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“He who does not understand your silence will probably not understand your words.”
― Elbert Hubbard
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The painting above is called Endless Time, from back in 2008. It’s what I might call one of my Big Quiet paintings. Just color and forms. No central objects to garner the focus. No Red Trees or Red Roofs or Red Chairs. Not even a far point that seems like a destination.
I am not passing through, not heading anywhere past this point nor concerned with paths to follow.
In this piece, I’m just there. Now.
It’s a place without words. Pure silence.
The Big Quiet.
I would try to describe it further but unless you know or seek the Big Quiet yourself, as Elbert Hubbard points out above, you probably won’t understand.
Silence and quiet is a subjective thing as our recent isolation has proven. For some, it is a glorious thing without the sounds of traffic and crowds. For others, it is horrifying, maybe a reminder of the stillness of the grave.
We all experience the silence differently.
I think you know where I stand on the Big Quiet.
Enough said.
Redtree Times 