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New work, new materials, new season, new moon, new morning, new new new.

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Many Are Called

The Call

I found this piece of black wood while doing a beach clean at Shellybanks on the South Wall in Dublin. I was very taken with it so I took it home gave it a wipe and waited for the moment of inspiration. I saw the figure in the wood and brought it out in crayon which I later touched up with acrylic paint.

It is featured in the table selfies post but I wanted to give it its own post because I think it deserves it.

 

New Painting. Title: I need to tell you something. 

I need to ask you something

Acrylic and oil pastels on pastel cartridge paper.

I am always interested in exploring the masculine and feminine principles and looking at the dualistic aspect of life and identity.  How the unconscious unformed self and the boxy conscious rational acceptable front confront each other. Partners in a dance where toes get trodden on.

 

The Rising (Soft pastel)

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Day 90.

Ten days to go to complete my project.

Looking at this artwork that I made recently reminds of reading The Chronicles of Narnia as a young girl. The link between it and the wondrous CS Lewis books is somewhat obvious in that there is an allegorical quality to both the drawing and to those wonderful stories which I never really understood but felt captivated by none the less.

I had no interest in reading any other fantasy tales nor have I since which makes me wonder what it was about the books that enraptured me.

Whatever it was I know it still exists in me. I’d call it an attunement.

Untitled (Acrylic)

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Day 87.

Currently rereading Henry Miller’s Tropic of Capricorn. I read it once before over a year ago and see that I have underlined more passages than I have done in any school text.

The passages that struck me then as particularly resonant are today even more so. I’m grateful to have made indications to such passages as I know they are they’re readily accessible to me whenever the need for sustenance arises.

On the pursuit of gaining an understanding of himself he says

I couldn’t afford to leave things hanging in suspense that way- the mystery was too intriguing. Even if I had to rub myself like a cat against every human being I encountered, I was going to get to the bottom of it. Rub long enough and hard enough and the spark will come

The painting is a new work in acrylic.