My painting journey continues – I learn more about myself with each painting exploration, my voice grows into a new sound. Sometimes the result is worth keeping around for a while. A larger version of the image is shown below.
I have often mentioned in my blog that those poems or paintings which stop me in my tracks – those that quiet the mind and point to the essence of the mystery of being – these are the ones I keep returning to time after time. They are soothing, like an old retired therapist who has now become a friend.
A prime example for me is the poem “Guard Duty” by Tomas Transtromer. Here are the last four verses:
... Task: to be where I am. Even when I'm in this solemn and absurd role: I am still the place where creation works on itself. Dawn comes, the sparse tree trunks take on color now, the frostbitten forest flowers form a silent search party after something that has disappeared in the dark. But to be where I am...and to wait. I am full of anxiety, obstinate, confused. Things not yet happened are already here! I feel that. They're just out there: a murmuring mass outside the barrier. They can only slip in one by one. They want to slip in. Why? They do one by one. I am the turnstile. Tomas Transtromer, translated by Robert Bly, in The Half Finished Heaven
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