This morning i went out early - head down - off to the sea - when i looked up , there was a translucent blue turquoise gap in the clouds so beautiful , that , it woke me right up. Then i thought painting
it would be absurd . The very thing that moves me i dont even want to attempt . I wondered if my painting is only therapeutic - amidst that longing - something a painter friend i deeply admire is completely dismissive of , and i hoped i too had a grander vision . I haven't , as what can be grander than that moment of sky .
I was bothered all through my walk , an image of my big messy watercolour lying on the floor wasnt encouraging , and i nearly got cut off by the fast quiet sea , slipping up behind me. We , (Neddy and i) were the other side of that water wanting to reach the distant green buoy .
( The fence i didn't like , for the seals protection, has gone, as have the seals , not even a single slither print left in the sand .)
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