Ethereal, that word keeps coming up for me as I drink in the art. The gentle softness surrounds me now. And - a wish - a yearning, for ages, to be able to paint in a similar way. Yet even when my intention is to try, I end up with a canvas of bold strokes and bright colors. Makes me wonder - because I feel my inside is more so lik…
Ethereal, that word keeps coming up for me as I drink in the art. The gentle softness surrounds me now. And - a wish - a yearning, for ages, to be able to paint in a similar way. Yet even when my intention is to try, I end up with a canvas of bold strokes and bright colors. Makes me wonder - because I feel my inside is more so like these paintings - reflective, soulful.
Perhaps there’s a part of me yearning to be bolder, brighter.
It leads me to wonder if Redon was an introvert or an extrovert, and was he painting this because he was already emotionally immersed in these scenes himself in his own life - or yearning (forgive the repetition ) for a life more like that.
I guess it goes without saying that I enjoyed this post immensely and would love any similar deep dive. And your words, “…even our ability to conceive such things…” had me pause to embrace the awe and depth layered within. Thank you Susan for enriching my day, as you do.
Thank you for such a thoughtful comment, Leia...and you know the gap between what we wish to paint (or write, compose, etc) and what we actually produce, is always an enormous chasm - I think this is true even for masterpieces. So, don't worry about the product, and just be grateful that you feel the yearning, I think.
Ahh, yes, the gap... I’m learning to accept it. Love your perspective - of being grateful for the yearning. I will sit with that some, and journal on the feeling. Thank you Susan, for your kind encouraging words and heart.
Dreamy,
Ethereal, that word keeps coming up for me as I drink in the art. The gentle softness surrounds me now. And - a wish - a yearning, for ages, to be able to paint in a similar way. Yet even when my intention is to try, I end up with a canvas of bold strokes and bright colors. Makes me wonder - because I feel my inside is more so like these paintings - reflective, soulful.
Perhaps there’s a part of me yearning to be bolder, brighter.
It leads me to wonder if Redon was an introvert or an extrovert, and was he painting this because he was already emotionally immersed in these scenes himself in his own life - or yearning (forgive the repetition ) for a life more like that.
I guess it goes without saying that I enjoyed this post immensely and would love any similar deep dive. And your words, “…even our ability to conceive such things…” had me pause to embrace the awe and depth layered within. Thank you Susan for enriching my day, as you do.
Thank you for such a thoughtful comment, Leia...and you know the gap between what we wish to paint (or write, compose, etc) and what we actually produce, is always an enormous chasm - I think this is true even for masterpieces. So, don't worry about the product, and just be grateful that you feel the yearning, I think.
Ahh, yes, the gap... I’m learning to accept it. Love your perspective - of being grateful for the yearning. I will sit with that some, and journal on the feeling. Thank you Susan, for your kind encouraging words and heart.