Relaxation / another day to eternity / Hell for leather civilization / I love and fear / where has your day gone? / and Walt – poor glorious Walt – / with so many hopes for both of us / and what would he think?
Or Shitao – translations are imperfect and names often change with careers. A Chinese painter contemporary with Reubens and Rembrandt who could not be more different. I’ve never really enjoyed Rubens, but I adore Rembrandt as a free spirit. Shitao is much more modern and kin to John Marin .
Whatever visual art may be in its many forms naturally reflects on its culture. Much of the Renaissance work now seems pretty boring in light of cinema, photography, AI, and slick advertising. The “shocking” impressionists are easily imitated by ubiquitous computer programs. What is a painter to do ?
I’ve gone my own way. I accept my various handicaps as part of what makes me unique. I try to correct a few things, work on fluidity and spontaneousness, be creative but not lose touch with the real world as I experience it .
There’s a great satisfaction in that. It’s why I’ve always admired the “literati” tradition. Although often observed in the breach, the ideal was of gentlemen of means who made pictures in their spare time and did not need to sell them. With a bit of philosophy thrown in .
So periodically I pull out my library volumes and admire some nearly life-size color reproductions. It truly helps me relax and create on my own blank sheets of mulberry paper .
Silence skims a calm tide / muted gullcall, soft waters / no engine yet breaks the spell / I am grateful for one other / who thus respects this morning
cycles circles in the morning / ripples diminishing outward / old grass weaves into memory / the self-renewing rosy fingers of dawn, / signal circadian, seasonal, now
Canopy of trees / marches into autumn winds / we shall never be so young again / I am too old to play / almost too cynical to cheer / never unable to enjoy / these passions, hopes, and dreams