28 April 2021

Winter skies, each day, each moment






From this past week are several different versions from this motif which slips now into a more dramatic winter light. They are all so different because everything changes daily, and as I always admit, they are different because I am always so different each afternoon, each moment. 

They are, after all, totally improvised, a fact which is hard to explain away to most people because some pictures look quite 'realistic' (for lack of a better word) while others, look like overdose on mushrooms (like the top one). 

But to me, there are all the same, despite me never quite being the same each time I work. I am not a dentist after all, someone, from whom one expects a standardised service, in theory at least.

Mais non! I am more like an octopus that finds  an innocuous spot somewhere, then fits itself  into the surrounding decor with an uncanny talent for melding colours and shapes with its own body. This is a specimen of great intelligence and discretion. (I would fit the latter adjective but maybe not the former)

In any event, this Autumn brings shorter days (Drat!) but more intense colours (Yea!) Winter skies can be truly hallucinogenic without need of any mushrooms, which I don't take anymore, anyway. 

It is always special for me to set up my easel, preparing the palette because in that small space, the sky is already whispering to me. By the time I have prepared everything, already, I hear a small song, and beginning a picture is a smooth step up into the sky. 

Come to thing of it, it reminds me a lot of Hangliding. After spreading the glider wings, on the ground, putting in the ribs and struts, arranging a few nuts and bolts, then tightening everything, putting on my harness and helmet, strapping myself into the carabiner, I lift the glider and walk carefully to the top of the take-off ramp, secretly I make the sign of the cross, then begin running down the ramp and I'm picked up quickly by the glider with the sharp tug of my harness straps; Suddenly, I am airborne and climbing into the afternoon sky.

There is preparation and faith, then bliss.

Painting is that too.

 





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