Terminus— Now at the West End Gallery
The strangeness of Time. Not in its passing, which can seem infinite, like a tunnel whose end you can’t see, whose beginning you’ve forgotten, but in the sudden realization that something finite, has passed, and is irretrievable.
― Joyce Carol Oates, Foxfire: Confessions of a Girl Gang
The end of the road.
The end of land as it meets water and sky.
The end of light as it is overtaken by dark.
The end of yesterday as it becomes today and of today as it shifts to tomorrow.
The idea of the endings of things is the theme I see in this new painting, Terrminus. It’s a new piece included in my annual solo show at the West End Gallery that opens this coming Friday, July 22.
It’s often said that life is a series of beginnings and endings and I suppose that’s true. But so many beginnings are soon forgotten or never even recognized in their nascent state. Who knows what something will ultimately be when it first begins?
Endings have a more memorable quality, often having long trails that lead to them. An ending is a form of evidence of something having been.
I like this piece a lot. Its elements calm me. But more than that, it makes me want to think. The trees between me and the scene make it feel as though I am approaching something as yet unseen and that makes me think about ideas like the endings of things.
Or as Joyce Carol Oates put it above, the strangeness of Time.
I think I will think about that for a while now.
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