Therefore, dear Sir, love your solitude and try to sing out with the pain it causes you. For those who are near you are far away… and this shows that the space around you is beginning to grow vast…. be happy about your growth, in which of course you can’t take anyone with you, and be gentle with those who stay behind; be confident and calm in front of them and don’t torment them with your doubts and don’t frighten them with your faith or joy, which they wouldn’t be able to comprehend. Seek out some simple and true feeling of what you have in common with them, which doesn’t necessarily have to alter when you yourself change again and again; when you see them, love life in a form that is not your own and be indulgent toward those who are growing old, who are afraid of the aloneness that you trust…. and don’t expect any understanding; but believe in a love that is being stored up for you like an inheritance, and have faith that in this love there is a strength and a blessing so large that you can travel as far as you wish without having to step outside it.
― Rainer Maria Rilke, Letters to a Young Poet
There is something in this new painting, The Passing Parade, from my upcoming Principle Gallery exhibit that just fills me up. It would be easy to simply say that there’s a joyfulness in it and let it stand at that. It does have an unmistakable sense of joyous verve, after all.
But that feels more on the surface, almost like it is the painting’s mask. No, there’s something more beneath that, something deeper and more internalized. Not joyful but not sad nor remorseful.
A feeling of apartness.
Don’t take that to mean loneliness. It’s an altogether different animal.
I went looking for a something that might better describe it than my impoverished words and came across the passage at the top from Rilke, one that I shared here a number of years back. It seemed to capture exactly what I was feeling in this piece, about how we change internally and how we express these changes to the outer world.
Some become more solitary and, in their solitude, grow away from people in general. I count myself among this group. But as Rilke advised, I try to not display that outwardly when dealing with people, understanding that not everyone will understand or desire this apartness. Or care, for that matter.
You might think that since I write about my work and perhaps too much more here on a daily basis, that I would easily talk about the doubts, uncertainties, and beliefs I possess and write about. That’s not the case at all. I will answer questions honestly and openly but still try to keep my apartness somewhat hid.
And that’s what I see in this piece– an inward-looking solitude that outwardly watches the passing parade of life from a distance.
I understand that to some that might seem sad. Of course, I don’t see it that way since I know that my apartness is often filled with the joy and love that you see on the surface of this painting. It is not sad at all except when sadness is present, as it sometimes is in every life.
It is hard to explain in words. Maybe that’s why I paint. A painted image transmits and translates itself to others in ways that they alone understand.
Much better than my words. In this case, I hope my meager words haven’t garbled your translation of this painting.
Now, leave me alone and get back into the parade. As Garbo said– I vant to be alone. Actually, I need to be alone. Still lots of work to be done for the show and I can’t get anything done if you’re still hanging around…
The Passing Parade is 12″ by 24″ on panel and is part of my annual solo exhibit — this year marks my 26th show at the Principle– of new paintings, Entanglement, that opens on Friday, June 13 at the Principle Gallery with an Opening Reception from 6-8:30 PM. The work for this show will be delivered to the gallery on Sunday and will be available for previews, though the show will not be hung until later in the week.
The day after the show’s opening, on Saturday, June 14, I will also be giving a Painting Demonstration at the gallery. The demo, my first there, should run from 11 AM until 1 PM or thereabouts.

I do enjoy your paintings but it seems as if these last two quotes and passages you’ve shared with your readers/viewers at Redtree Times have been directly speaking to me … especially this one. Last week, we delighted in a family wedding and as with many weddings there were many people … family, friends, those unknown to us, those we’ve not seen for ages and oddly in this almost overwhelming event of such joy … I missed the quiet times … the alone times. Now they are back and probably in a few days I’ll long for the smiles and hugs so recently shared.
I can understand Rilke’s view as well, because we all came together in a place I now call home but wasn’t where I grew up, so I know over time I’ve changed. So your Passing Parade is apt in my view as a title. I look at a painting that seems serene of a home away from other homes and k now joy can be felt in both.
Thank you.
T. Langford.
Thank you so much for allowing me a glimpse of how you translate this painting to your own experience. That is a most gratifying thing for an artist since it means that you have invested time and thought into this. All I can hope for… Thanks you, again.
Thank you for taking the time to read my response. I’d also like to say as one who invests time in family history, the trees in your paintings speak to me as well. I’d like to ask, do you ever do limited edition prints or blank greeting cards of your work?
Tamara Langford
I’ve read several of your posts already, and I’m hooked! Subscribed so I won’t miss a thing. Wishing you a great weekend ahead!
Thanks so much. Hope you’ll continue to find something worthwhile here. Have a great weekend!