I have stretched ropes from steeple to steeple; garlands from window to window; golden chains from star to star, and I dance.
I was looking for a title for this new painting which is a 24″ by 12″ canvas. I was seeing joy and exhilaration in it as well as the Red Tree being at the pinnacle or highest point. Looking at a list of synonyms for the word pinnacle, I spotted the word steeple. At first I thought it a bit odd, thinking of a steeple only in the context of a church’s architecture.
But then I realized that a steeple is built to be the highest point, reaching upward toward the heavens. I began to think of the many times I had painted my Red Tree on sharp sided mounds that attempted to push it further upward, above the surrounding earth. Was that mound not a steeple of some sort? Were not many of these paintings ultimately about reaching out to unknown forces as well as seeking inner peace?
Looking at this painting, I began to see it clearly as a steeple. A steeple for a place of joy. I guess that’s why the line from poet Arthur Rimbaud at the top fit so well, Though most of the poetry from his very short career is dark and brooding in its imagery, I found the image put forth in this line bright and joyous. It is filled with the energy of self-realization, of the awareness of one’s connection to the cosmos.
Perhaps those swirls in the sky are ropes waiting to be stretched from this steeple to the next…