Moments out of time: A view from the studio April 2014

There are moments that are out of time, steeped in conscious awe when I am painting, when all the heartache and frustration at not quite catching what I see is sated; all the trials and tribulations shatter, falling to the ground as clarity rides from the brush as it glides upon the canvas equally obscuring and revealing truth.

How ironic that in the obscuring of images and objects truth becomes clearer.

The painting begins to sing.

            “Towards Consciousness Borne”  48”x60” (unframed)  2014

                                  “Towards Consciousness Borne”

                                      Words sing from silent lips

                                                         Shattered in darkened silence

Scattered into reality’s lost

                Yet, and yet...

  Resilient, in connected web

                                      Vibrant beyond all measure 

 Awakening thy silent touch

                             Like hands entwined 

In simplest of reach

         Towards

              Consciousness borne.

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It is a dance, a marathon, and all my energy, all my instincts, all my hard fought battles to learn and excel revel in these moments. And I savor them before the veil drops and I am, once again, fighting for understanding and light unto which to make sense, to regain sight.

How few can even, for a moment, feel and understand this, the depth of all enlightened understanding within such isolated pain. The nobility is in the carrying of these precious moments back into the darkness like an eternal candled flame.

15 April 2014  JDW