Soundtracks to paintings......
My work doesn't really come to life for me until the last few days when I am working on it, it somehow gets activated at the end when the final glazes go down. This is the next-to-last day I will be working on this painting, and I am listening to Tori Amos' "Under The Pink" as I wrap the painting up. There are a few artists and a few musicians that truly feed me, and they are all what I call "tapped in....", accessing something far beneath the surface of things.
Rather than try to describe what this means, I will refer to one of the many quotes I have on my wall:
"The Descent Into Self....
And so, for the first time in my life perhaps, I took the lamp and, leaving the zone of everyday occupations and relationships where everything seems clear, I went down into my innermost self, to the deep abyss whence I feel dimly that my power of action emanates. But as I moved further and further away from the conventional certainties by which social life is superficially illuminated, I became aware that I was losing contact with myself. At each step of the descent a new person was disclosed within me of whose name I was no longer sure, and who no longer obeyed me. And when I had to stop my exploration because the path faded from beneath my steps, I found a bottomless abyss at my feet, and out of it comes- arising from I know not where- the current which I dare to call MY life." - Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
So as I paint, it is as if the music is in the air, gets breathed in, and (I hope) comes out the end of the brush.... layers, and layers, and layers.....
My work doesn't really come to life for me until the last few days when I am working on it, it somehow gets activated at the end when the final glazes go down. This is the next-to-last day I will be working on this painting, and I am listening to Tori Amos' "Under The Pink" as I wrap the painting up. There are a few artists and a few musicians that truly feed me, and they are all what I call "tapped in....", accessing something far beneath the surface of things.
Rather than try to describe what this means, I will refer to one of the many quotes I have on my wall:
"The Descent Into Self....
And so, for the first time in my life perhaps, I took the lamp and, leaving the zone of everyday occupations and relationships where everything seems clear, I went down into my innermost self, to the deep abyss whence I feel dimly that my power of action emanates. But as I moved further and further away from the conventional certainties by which social life is superficially illuminated, I became aware that I was losing contact with myself. At each step of the descent a new person was disclosed within me of whose name I was no longer sure, and who no longer obeyed me. And when I had to stop my exploration because the path faded from beneath my steps, I found a bottomless abyss at my feet, and out of it comes- arising from I know not where- the current which I dare to call MY life." - Pierre Teilhard de Chardin
So as I paint, it is as if the music is in the air, gets breathed in, and (I hope) comes out the end of the brush.... layers, and layers, and layers.....
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