In the Northern Hemisphere spring gently invites the sun forward. Tomorrow a full moon casts abundance on our shifting seasons, harbinger of circularity, richness and blossom.
It seems that in our rotating reality, things constantly change yet everything stays the same. People age, trees get bigger, sidewalks crack. Everything’s different, yet nothing is new. Somehow, somewhere ephemera linger in the ethers of our psyche, constant. Perhaps the one thing that we can blame on linearity is the idea of growth. We grow old and we have the option of expanding our thoughts into wisdom.
As we change and shift, and remain grounded by constancy, energy flows in and flows out. Color attached to energy swirls around us like flying dreams. There is a duality in our rhythm, struggle bound to bliss. Nietzsche wrote nothing new comes from comfort but only from rough, aching pain. In Revelations – the end of time, chaos unleashed, destruction all lead to a new consciousness in which God and human become one. Now that’s a new world order.
Perhaps we are heading for a time in which opposites unite. When I paint, I explore the space outside of space, where form is yet emerging. I play with tensions of light and dark, color and space. The richness of a piece is often denoted by how its sense of movement springs from color and the felt interplay of symphonic forces. Music intones a work because color imbues frequency and frequency suggests sound.
The next piece I paint will be written as a score. I’m going to translate each color to a note then create my symphony. Just wait… it’s coming, kind of like the end of time as we know it.