I look out the window and the light is such that I only see my own reflection on the glass. On closer examination, my face in the window is transposed on the integral colors of the landscape, the world outside. We work and paint for those moments of clarity when nature reveals itself and we are able to see through and beyond.
I show up daily to this work of painting. I struggle for awhile with my conceit of what it should be…but gradually give into the image. How does the material and composition relate to the subject? How do I stand aside and let the image flow through me into the painting? Sometimes inspiration ensues; I surrender and catch a glimpse of the sublime. Some call it muse; I call it “Bob” and try to be ever ready for when it appears.
We teach and learn the fundamentals of making a “good” picture. But beyond the image is its truth of what it means. And for that we must watch and wait, all the while working.
Hello, Bob…are you there?