I rewrote the poem of my last post, so forgive me for publishing it again here (as well as updating it where it first appeared):
Cease your rule O stars of fortune.
Where I lead you do not chart!
The hest of Destiny has unwound
The trammels of my past.
From the cords of life,
Your tapestry of beauty.
Creation shall have its reckoning
Upon this spot.
Born of breath,
Most beloved of death,
I admit no regret.
Here is a photograph of dawn in Sydney a few months ago:
In Sydney, I often stay with a friend of mine named Pranavanta. His name is Sanskrit for 'full of life energy'. He is an artist; he lives in a studio and this is his collection of brushes.
That is not even all of them, but the proof of his profession is more evident in the advice he gave me about painting: To fill a canvas, appreciate that the forms of nature all arise from necessity. It is necessary to make the subject of the work feel at home like a crab in its shell. I am just paraphrasing. He also told me about how important the corners of the canvas are. He was very specific that a drawing is fairly different to a painting. You can 'get away' with a lot more in a drawing apparently.
I will publish some shots of his nature paintings later, but here is a painting of his I really like. Pranavanta explained that the the colour spectrum develops from the edges towards its full intensity in the middle. That is obvious once you think about it, but he has employed this effect in a most subtle fashion. There is a lot going on in this work - enjoy the close-ups. (I reccomend clicking on them for a really good look.)