I continue in my journey to explore more freedom and color in my paintings. In this painting I was trying to do a modern take on one of my favorite Turner paintings: “Staffa: Fingals Cave“, which I have always admired for its dark moodiness and depth of color. I am still getting to grips with artistic expression but enjoying the ride.
I find if I spend too much time looking at paintings and painting, my well runs dry. I am beginning to suspect that – for what I want to say in my paintings – I need to spend at least as much time meditating and reading poetry as I do painting.
On the same or another topic, in The Denial of Death, Becker writes:
…my point is that for man not everything is possible. What is there to choose between religious creatureliness and scientific creatureliness? The most one can achieve is a certain sense of relaxedness, an openness to experience that makes him less of a burden to others. And a lot of this depends on how much talent he has, how much of a daimon is driving him.
Centuries ago, the Chinese Zen nun Xinggang, wrote this poem:
Behind Closed Doors After teaching and preaching running about for so many years, Now I've shut my door and retired to the hidden forest spring. Having kicked open heaven and earth I can now rest my feet. Alone I sit before the winter window, the shimmering moon full. translated by Beata Grant, in Daughters of Emptiness
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