I am still continuing my affair with Prussian Blue and Indian Yellow. This is an invented landscape. It took considerable layering, searching and scratching before I could tease the image out of the panel.
I find abstract painting, and to a degree also meditation, is very much like reading the poetry of TS Eliot. Once has to “put of sense and notion”, and let the words (colors) and sound (patterns) simple do their thing on the consciousness and the subconscious. Of course, this assumes there is something receptive in there to start with…
Here is one of my favorite verses from “Little Gidding” by TS Eliot
We shall not cease from exploration
And the end of all our exploring
Will be to arrive where we started
And know the place for the first time.
Through the unknown, unremembered gate
When the last of earth left to discover
Is that which was the beginning;
At the source of the longest river
The voice of the hidden waterfall
And the children in the apple-tree
this snippet copied from www.columbia.edu. The picture to the right is TS Eliot, also copied from this site.
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