This is a painting I produced on some Italian linen, primed and gessoed over a day or so, it was a lovely surface to work on. It was one of those paintings I could have just kept going on but all things come to an end and at least in this case, the end is also the beginning of a new work to be shown. I also wrote a few lines to go along with it that I have included below with the image.
And a big thank you to Cheryl for the prompting.
"Oil on Italian linen"
From death comes life in many forms
The seraphim and imps perform
To the ends of time and space I go
As they dance beneath my secret window
Here is where I now reside
Inside my head where I can hide
A world within but not without
Behind my secret window
You may dream from time to time
Until that damned alarm clock chimes
Awakens you from worlds of bliss
Veils drawn on your secret window
What do I see on this startling plain?
Too much of me, my joy and pain?
Stretched out on canvas for all to see
A glimpse into my secret window
These days I have no need for sleep
My stories in my head I keep
To close my eyes, is all I do
To reach my secret window
Long time ago I took a wife
For a while, the perfect life
But then she flew to a brighter sky
As I waited at my secret window
As time went by I found another
To me she was the perfect lover
Till life stepped in and left me sitting
At my secret window
And so I live from day to day
The final acts are still to play
My needs I know will be fulfilled
In the theatre of my secret window
A constant sound of angel’s bells
Or are they cries, the hoards of hell
I live and breathe this noise so shrill
Silence only in my secret window
I can’t say more, I’ve said enough
Life is good and bad, it’s tough
I live with what I haven’t got
And dream through my secret window
The secret window us our Self
For me there is no greater wealth
But think of others as we travel
Through our secret window
And for those who wear their heart on their sleeve
It’s for all the others we must grieve
For they’ll never ever get to see
The view from their secret window
We all have a place inside ourselves that is our and ours alone. Some will share this place, or portions of it, with others. It is the place where we have our greatest strengths. Those who share this secret place with others liberate the Self inside. This, I think, is what we humans call “LOVE”.
The level of the sharing is a measure of the love we are giving.
This is who I am.
watercolour and ink
watercolour and ink
oil on 'Gessoboard'
oil on canvas
inspired by Bob Dylan's apocalyptic song and appearing on "The Artist's Challenge"
watercolour and body-colour
Gallery at www.aartvark.eu