Back log

Somewhere along the line I developed a shyness about blogging. So I am going back to some of the things I thought about writing, but didn't, over the last 2 weeks.

Starting here.


MPiL threw me a party... a real party. This is a very rare event in my life, but not germane to what happened in any way except for context.

We had hung this painting

on the porch above a door and I showed it to a number of guest during the course of the party. At one point I was asked "why blue?" Rather than answering the question directly I asked back "why yellow?" and then directed the conversation towards banter about artists and explanations of their work. Not so neatly avoiding explaining this particular piece of mine.

This is any easy piece for me to talk about... at least as easy as any work I have done. It is about walking in the woods and the relationship I feel with life and energy when I do so... the lifting hands are blue because that is how I saw them when I felt the feeling that I tried to capture here. They are blue because "spirit" and "god" and "that place that is not here but is only a step away" are so often portrayed and thought of as blue in so many cultures in the world.

The feet and legs are yellow because I am a synesthete (mildly) and my own name is a golden-y yellow whenever I see it/think it/hear it.

The trees are multi-colored, again, because that is how I experience them, at times.

Like any artist this painting is "about" my view of the world.

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There now, baby, was that so hard?

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