The Shore of Existence

 Within a few hours things can change, sometimes forever. Sometimes never to go back to what once was.

 

(2022, acrylic on canvas, 24" x 20)

Perhaps this represents the moment before.

Beyond

Beyond, beyond words, for example -- what is there to say in words?

So black and white, so finite.

See, see beyond.

Identity

Not crimson with fury, red from exertion, or blushing. No anger, effort or shame here.

Just counterparts, twins, a match.

Alone in the Universe

Plotting a course through the immensity of the universe it never pays to dwell on our place in it, nor even ponder a little. Yet it is a constant this universe of ours; this immensity and our aloneness in it.

 

We are all so mobile and so connected yet if we stop to take notice, we are amongst the lucky ones.

The Firmament (warning: archaic word)

The vaulting arch of the sky at once luminous, limitless, and ever moving, puts on a planetary show at nightfall. Within their own spheres, in their own orbits, they speak of light from long ago. Such immensity only shows itself in the dark.

No longer navigational guides they have become beacons to our future and objects of wonder.

Refugees

Mass movements in trickles or torrents; it is a perilous journey. Taking only what can be carried, the way is fraught with crises and the possibilities of crises within catastrophe.

"... in front of us and behind us, above our heads, on our right, on our left, below our feet and every other side to which we are exposed..."

Time's Gift

Reflection, meditation, creation: three necessities for the human spirit. Time slips from our grasp in a myriad of activities and errands, yet there is a longing to save time, to store it, to savour it -- to use it wisely.

Seeking time's riches on a shore gasping for perspective, for insight, for inspiration before the froth stirred by the undulating sea washes our traces away.

Early morning

Meditation. An act of creation. Early morning meditations flow downward, flow upward and flow from the side. They move in all directions.

 

A migration to the day.

Suspending Belief

Worlds within Worlds. WWW - you thought it meant world wide web. Submerge yourself in a tropical sea and a world within a world opens up. It is surreal.

We all suspend belief. How could we live otherwise?

Balance

Space implies non-existence. Yet we fill space.

Something from nothing and negative space suggest the state of non-being. It appears as though these come from nothing.

How do we measure "nothing"? How do we fill space?

From Nothing to Something

In an earlier post I wrote about the consequences of lines. I wrote that with lines "the space [in a drawing] speaks. Until it comes from nothing to something."

 

Last week I wrote about negative space saying it was non-existent, but now I have confused myself and have to rethink my position. 

  

The concepts are related. They require more reflection. I suspect I will return to this theme a few more times before I'm done. Is it not limitless?