I featured an older piece here on the blog last month, a painting that was considered my Dark Work from around 2002. The piece shown above is another of these paintings and is one that I have always considered solely mine. I very seldom consider a painting being for myself only but this one has always felt as though it should stay with me. It is titled Stranger (In a Strange Land) which is derived from the title of Robert Heinlein’s famous sci-fi novel which in turn was derived from the words of Moses in Exodus 2:22.
The landscape in this piece has an eerie, alien feel to it under that ominous sky. When I look at it I am instantly reminded of the feeling of that sense of not belonging that I have often felt throughout my life, as though I was that stranger in that strange land. The rolling field rows in the foreground remind me just a bit of the Levite cloth that adorned Moses when he was discovered in the Nile as an infant, a symbol of origin and heritage that acts as a comforting element here, almost like a swaddling blanket for the stranger as he views the landscape before him.
As I said, it is one of those rare pieces that I feel is for me alone, that has only personal meaning, even though I am sure there are others who will recognize that same feeling in this . For me this painting symbolizes so much that feeling of alienation that I have experienced for much of my life, that same feeling from which my other more optimistic and hopeful work sprung as a reaction to it. Perhaps this is where I found myself and the more hopeful work was where I aspired to be.
Anyway, that’s enough for my five-cent psychology lesson for today. In short, this is a piece that I see as elemental to who I am and where I am going. This one stays put .
Here’s a little of the great ( and I think underappreciated) Leon Russell from way back in 1971 singing, appropriately, Stranger in a Stranger Land…
Thanks for that taste of Leon. I didn’t think anyone else remembered him, never mind the classic Robert Heinlein. I believe most of us have felt like a stranger at one time or another. I know I have most of my life. (Navy brat moving every 18 months and… parochial schools.) I do think my confort zone was found when I discovered my passion for quilting and knitting. Somehow creativity helps. I, too, could wax on but there is sewing to be done! Carry on, Gary.
As always, so good to hear from you, Claire. Hope all is well with you and Richard. Please give him my regards. And Cheri says “Hi!”
My best to Cheri too. I don’t know if she likes cooking, but I recently had a nice fall soup, parsnip and pumpkin. Just right for the season. Enjoy the changes.