There’s a bit of philosophical pondering in this piece, a 12″ by 34″ painting on paper that is included in my show at the West End Gallery that opens this Friday. Maybe it’s in the deep yellows that run through it or in the way the sun sits on the horizon or in the way the Red Tree seems to be considering that sun. Or maybe it’s all of these things. Whatever the case, it makes me think.
The title suggests the great circle of life, one ending becoming the start of another. In this piece. the sun going down in one place is that same sun rising in another. Darkness gives way to light and light to dark. It is symbolic of a never ending cycle in which we all play a part.
There’s something reassuring in that rise and fall of the sun, a constant by which oversees our lives. It’s no wonder that the sun is worshipped as a god in a number of cultures. It provides in the way of a god, giving us warmth, light and a life source for the foods we eat. It never leaves for long, always reappearing.
So, light comes, light goes. Sunrise, sunset. We live in the rhythm of this sun, days and lives constantly turning over. When you think about it, it’s not such a bad thing. I can live with it.
Actually, I have no choice…