The soul becomes dyed with the colour of its thoughts.
–Marcus Aurelius, Meditations
When I was in the early stages of this piece, I wasn’t quite sure what I thought of it. It just seemed too much. Too much color. Too much vibrancy.
But as I tweaked here and there, deepening some colors and inserting lighter segments, it seemed to coalesce into something that needed that vibrancy in order to express whatever it held within. As the final marks were made and it was finished, that initial uncertainty was wiped away. That thing that I had saw earlier as its weakness had become its strength.
I’ve spent a lot of time looking at this piece over the last week or so and there’s something about it that keeps drawing me back to it. Maybe it is simply the colors or the meditative stillness between the Red Tree and the Moon. I don’t know for sure.
I call this piece, which is a 12″ by 24″ canvas, Prismatic Moment. I have spoke before of us all being prismatic beings, filled with many colors, dimensions and sides but seldom showing but only a few of these things to any other person. I see this painting as being one of those rare moments when one is fully expressed, when one is seen for exactly who and what they truly are.
I don’t know if we have many of those moments in our lives. I think they may be rare but I could be wrong. Do we ever fully see another person for all their colors and sides? And do we ever truly show all our own colors and sides? This piece makes me consider that thought…