I’ve written here before about how I find the color blue an intoxicant. When my nose is to the canvas and it is all that I can see, it has a way of making me feel that it is the only color in my world. It’s a very satisfying and mollifying effect and, if I am not wary, I can find myself using blue tints to the exclusion of all others. Because of this wariness, I try to only sporadically break out the blues. But even with this watchful effort, I find the addictive pull of the color very strong in some pieces. This new painting is such a case.
Called Blue Dance of Dawn, it’s a 10″ by 30″ canvas that employs two of my familiar icons, the Red Tree and the the Red Roofs. They, however, feel secondary to the predominance of the color blue here. They serve as warmer counterpoints to the coolness of the blue and signify awakening to me in this scene. But the feel of this piece is dictated by the calm harmony of the blues.
I find this piece very placid with that kind of satisfying effect that one sometimes has in the best dreams, that feeling of total understanding and acceptance of the universe. That wonderful feeling that fades so quickly once you open your eyes and realize that it was only a dream, the details suddenly fuzzing over. Maybe that’s what this painting represents– that idealized version of the world in those dreams just before we are awakened to the reality of the moment. That fleeting feeling of grace, seemingly within grasp then gone.
Let me think that over…
Redtree Times 