31 August 2020

hookers enshaded in forgetfulness divine


Evening Prayer Brunswick Heads, 16 August, 2020, oil on canvas board, 20 X 25 cm

Here is small picture from 2 weeks ago which surprised me. It was the last one of three done that night . There is something in the light which I have been after since I first began doing these studies. It's as if it was done during one long exhaled breath. 

Everything natural, unadulterated, simple, and perhaps so unpretentious that it would be invisible if hung on a wall. And unlike so many pictures in a gallery which hustle the public like hookers, this one hides in its own bashful bliss. It  does not shout at the world looking for praise nor attention, but hovers quietly hiding... "unshaded in forgetfulness divine" to quote Keats in Ode to Sleep.

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