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"Turn Left a Thousand Feet From Here" - oil on gallery wrapped canvas, 24" x 36" x 1.5". Ready to hang. Available here and at Artfinder.
The sea continues to call me. As do these ethereal seascapes. This one, my largest oil painting yet, took me on a wild ride for a couple of weeks. But I landed safely on the sand. :)
Choosing a title for this painting was trouble - and that's not usually a problem for me. But sometimes paintings have a strong, independent energy and demand a specific name. I finally stumbled across it in a Daniel Ladinsky translation of a Hafiz poem:
What I really want to give you
I can't,
Yet all day long
I try painting maps on the sky
With bright, tender sounds
That say,
"Turn left a thousand feet from here,
Just past that next hill..."
The poem continues, but this bit made me smile. Isn't the universe like that? Painting maps on the sky while trying to nudge us in one direction or another. We can't always understand those bright, tender sounds but we stand and listen and stare and appreciate. I suppose it wouldn't be as much fun if messages came to us in clear, concise billboards. But it might be nice if the sky map were a little less challenging to decipher now and again.
The sea continues to call me. As do these ethereal seascapes. This one, my largest oil painting yet, took me on a wild ride for a couple of weeks. But I landed safely on the sand. :)
Choosing a title for this painting was trouble - and that's not usually a problem for me. But sometimes paintings have a strong, independent energy and demand a specific name. I finally stumbled across it in a Daniel Ladinsky translation of a Hafiz poem:
What I really want to give you
I can't,
Yet all day long
I try painting maps on the sky
With bright, tender sounds
That say,
"Turn left a thousand feet from here,
Just past that next hill..."
The poem continues, but this bit made me smile. Isn't the universe like that? Painting maps on the sky while trying to nudge us in one direction or another. We can't always understand those bright, tender sounds but we stand and listen and stare and appreciate. I suppose it wouldn't be as much fun if messages came to us in clear, concise billboards. But it might be nice if the sky map were a little less challenging to decipher now and again.
All that, and becoming SUNRISE has landed in two states a month ahead of schedule.
Brava, brava, brava!
And ahead of schedule is so amazing. That never happens in the publishing world! Our "baby" arrived just in time for SPRING!