I am quite happy with this painting and I thoroughly loved doing it. Feels like I have come up for air in my last few paintings! Some of my family and blogging friends have responded positively, but understandably some may feel a bit shell shocked looking at these last few compared to my first 100 paintings! Hang in there, it may change again…or not?
Tomas Transtromer is rapidly becoming my favorite poet for this month. His poem “A Few Moments” reflects, I think, our common search for the deeper parts of our being, perhaps the source of all creativity?
A Few Moments The drawf pind on marsh grounds holds its head up: a dark rag. But what you see is nothing compared to the roots, the widening, secretly growing, deathless or half- deathless root system. I you she he also puts roots out. Outside our common will. Outside the City. Rain drifts from the summer sky that's pale as mild. It is as if my five senses were hooked up to some other creature that moves with the same stubborn flow as the runners in white circling the track as the night comes misting in. Tomas Transtromer, trans. Robert Bly in: The Half Finished Heaven
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