African Walk

African Walk 1

When I take photos of animals I also memorise a feeling that will help me later express a story in a picture. That’s why it’s important I am there and take the pics myself.

When I saw the photo that Nicola took in her South African trip,  I knew immediately that would become a painting.   Or two.

I actually made two, small yes, and quickly painted to stay effective. I watched them grow together, allowing them to become different…

African Walk 2

Even though I didn’t take it myself, the photo conveys a powerful story and the composition is very effective. It proved very alive to me.

So I ‘borrowed’ it.

Less is Best

Easy to say.

Yet, the art of subtracting is not as easy to muster as we may want to think.

Abstraction.

Take ingredients away from a recipe and make the flavour stronger..

The essence.

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The Dog.
Francis Bacon

Just here

The beauty in a quick passing moment.

How many times I struggle to feel satisfied. What am I looking for?

Always busy looking away. Far away.

Yet beauty is always under my eyes, when I just look.

A Divine Comedy!

Figure in Phsycoscape,
James Gleeson 1960s

Nel mezzo del cammin di nostra vita
mi ritrovai per una selva oscura
ché la diritta via era smarrita.
Ahi quanto a dir qual era è cosa dura
esta selva selvaggia e aspra e forte
che nel pensier rinova la paura!
Tant’è amara che poco è più morte;
ma per trattar del ben ch’i’ vi trovai,
dirò de l’altre cose ch’i’ v’ho scorte.
Io non so ben ridir com’i’ v’intrai,
tant’era pien di sonno a quel punto
che la verace via abbandonai.

. . .

Midway upon the journey of our life
I found myself within a forest dark,
For the straightforward pathway had been lost.

Ah me! how hard a thing it is to say
What was this forest savage, rough, and stern,
Which in the very thought renews the fear.

So bitter is it, death is little more;
But of the good to treat, which there I found,
Speak will I of the other things I saw there.

I cannot well repeat how there I entered,
So full was I of slumber at the moment
In which I had abandoned the true way.

INFERNO, CANTO I

by Dante Alighieri