This new painting, titled Linked, is a 12″ by 36″ canvas. It is one of the works from my new show, Contact, that is now hanging at the West End Gallery. The show officially opens tomorrow, Friday, July 22, with an opening reception at the gallery that runs from 5-7:30 PM. As always, the opening is free and everyone is welcome.
Even though the narrative of this painting is about the rope bridge that connects these two islands and their resident Red Trees, the weight of it is carried by its vivid colors that seem to pop off the canvas. The mixture of blues in the sky above and the water below contrast and appear to intensify the redness of the trees, giving them a true sense of being alive.
The strength of the colors really draws in my eyes and makes the narrative of the linking of these two islands seem even more compelling. The term linked is often used in the cyberworld when sites are digitally connected but here it relates to our own bonds that we build in life between friends and family. Even though some of us would like to say that we can thrive as solitary islands, we are strengthened and nurtured by these bonds, these connections. We as humans are creatures of community. We need those links.
Well, that’s what I see here. Maybe it’s just a bright and colorful picture. It’s all in how you choose to see it isn’t it?
We have always held to the hope, the belief, the conviction that there is a better life, a better world, beyond the horizon.
There are two ways of spreading light: to be the candle or the mirror that reflects it.
It’s been a warm summer. I guess for some of us that’s an understatement. The mowed lawns are burned to the color of Shredded Wheat and ponds show more and more of their banks as the water levels slowly descend. There’s a dustiness in the air from the driveway that coats everything and the thickness of the heat has me dreaming of hopefully cooler days ahead in the fall and winter.
Pictures must be miraculous: the instant one is completed, the intimacy between the creation and the creator is ended.
Solitude is the place of purification.
What a time, what a time…
None are so old as those who have outlived enthusiasm.
The right word may be effective, but no word was ever as effective as a rightly timed pause.