I’ve been looking for a while at this new painting, a 24″ by 30″ canvas. It has a calming effect for myself. Maybe it’s the placid blues and violets or the softness of the moon’s light–I don’t know yet. I just find myself letting go and being pulled into the central geometry of this piece, that triangle formed by the moon, the Red Tree and the group of Red Roofed houses atop the rise. There’s a sense of mystery in it from which I can’t look away.
I call this piece In the Time of Dreaming. Maybe it’s the mystery aspect that brings the title to mind, in way we sometimes find our own dreams– puzzling but somehow pointing to something that we just can’t quite put a finger on.
I also thought of the Australian Aborigines’ Dreamtime when the title came to mind. Their Dreamtime is the basis for their entire belief system, the eternal time in which creation occurred and where the individual exists before and after their worldly life. It is the time where their ancestry exists as one resulting in their belief that they accumulate worldly knowledge through the wisdom gained by their ancestors.
This results in a knowledge of the world that is passed down through word and song. They can travel great distances through their lands guided by the Songlines, paths that are traveled while singing specific songs that point out direction and landmarks. It’s a beautiful system that very much ties the Aborigines to their ancestry and the land in which they live. The late Bruce Chatwin wrote an interesting book, The Songlines, in the 80’s that gave a great account of this culture and belief system.
But whatever the reasoning, conscious and unconscious, behind it, I find myself continuing to look at this piece. And dreaming.
Redtree Times 