…or maybe it was sunrise.. I don’t remember
but the woods covered me in near silence
only the sounds of air moving between trees
I could have been a fish off the California coast
In the quiet kelp forest with only the sound
Of water moving toward the shoreline
As it is
I am just human
oils on canvas – 36″x36″
Defines the perceptive analysis.
Becomes the label of preference.
And so much has become
This lazy polarization
There is power
Whether intentionally bigoted
Or by way of “righteous vengeance”
Have a good “place”
There is only darkness
Is the motive
“Flowers Near Water” has lived with me for some five years or so. It hasn’t always looked this way. It started as an 1/8″ plywood board that I gesso coated….then dried.
Oils were brushed on…then removed, then reapplied. At some point, I may have used a palette knife or two.
The smell of oils is intoxicating, suffocating. I let it dry for a week or two and worked on it some more. Applying, removing, drying. This went on for months.
I made a frame for it. Hung it. But always felt it needed more. On some occasions while I was painting another piece….if my colors were right, I would add more touches to my friend “Flowers Near Water”.
Recently, I noticed that some of the white paint had too much drying agent and is turning yellow. I will return to this piece to freshen it up….to do my best to make it whole.
Or I could just throw it away.