13 November 2020

fingernails scratching the sand, inhaling a flower blossom


 Evening Prayers Brunswick Heads,  10 November 2020,  oil on canvas board, 30 X 25 cm

I had a remarkable experience the other night. I was working on a few studies which came quickly. I made the three of them which are in the following order. 

The wind from the South brought a chill as I worked while I kept an eye out for whales which often breach this time of year. The sea was turbulent and occasional whitecaps formed again and again. Its waves broke upon the shore like long fingernails scratching the sand, and me there, just like a 10 year old, amazed by life itself.


 Evening Prayers Brunswick Heads,  10 November 2020,  oil on canvas board, 30 X 25 cm

When suddenly, within a few minutes the wind dropped, and I couldn't hear it anymore. I realised that the sea too had calmed down, silent, its waves now were more like patterns in a blue woollen jumper, its whitecaps instantly ironed out. I stopped working for about a minute to understand what was happening. I marvelled at all the sudden empty space, the sonorous rest note when one stops at a flower blossom, bending over slightly to inhale it. 

Yes. 



                 Evening Prayers Brunswick Heads,  10 November 2020,  oil on canvas board, 30 X 25 cm


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