A small study based on a photoe taken on my morning walk. Below is the final picture, and to the right the source photo and the painting at its first stage. I left the first stage painting to dry a bit overnight, then finished it off the next evening.
Meditation: Begin by letting thoughts flow and watching them. This slows down the mind. Once quiet, keep it quiet – don’t get bored with peace – go deeper into it. [Nisargadatta]
A poem by Tomas Transtromer:
Summer Grass So much has happened. Reality has eaten away so much of us. But summer, at last. A great airport - the control tower leads down load after load with chilled people from space. Gras and flowers - we are landing. The grass has a green foreman. I go and check in. Tomas Transtromer, translated by Robert Bly, in The Half-Finished Heaven
The days slip by. Am I aware? What a happening, this life! Tired beyond belief at the end of the work day – I walk the garden amidst the joy and gratitude flitting between heart and green surround.
Pessoa is strident at times:
… and a deep and weary disdain for all those who work for mankind, for all those who fight for their country and give their lives so that civilization may continue … … a disdain full of disgust for those who don’t realize that the only reality is each man’s soul, and that everything else – the exterior world and other people – is but an unaesthetic nightmare, like the result, in dreams, of a mental indigestion.
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