We all feel it. Even if you’ve done nothing to deserve it,
you feel it – if you’re past the age of two. The judeo-Christian
belief system made sure of that. And the puritan ethic
Now the guys in the photo above right, they don’t feel guilt or shame. They’re
too busy swatting flies. And they’d live in the bush til the
end of time – if u gave
them, each one of them, a 40 ounce bottle of rye whiskey each and every day,
then they’d never leave the bush… and they’d never feel an iota of guilt
or shame. And they wouldn’t give a damn about the flies.
Lost the thread.
Some years back, I started painting. I started by using oils.
The results I achieved/ received were so primitive as to be almost
embarrassing … But I loved them. So I was happy. I loved working
with raw colour. And I loved swirling the blended oils
around the canvass – until I could see what the colours
wanted, hear what the oils were whispering
Painting is a flow experience – rather like
the experience of the mystic – the mystic must feel out,
sense, intuit what the spirit of a place is saying to him.
So must the painter in a different way – he relates the
inner world of his imagination to the spur of the colours
before him. Or perhaps better put, the colours urge
his emotions to concretize the vision of his imagination.
Whew! What a mouthful! Colours stir the emotions;
emotions stir the imagination… … Who knows?
I express my
emotions through colours.
Colours express the inner self.
External depictions not required.
Escape the linear nature of words?
Not exactly… words can dance, too.
Words can flow through rhythm and
A wild, tormented and impassioned imagination
also helps. Being rejected and mad in love,
wild with desire – burning
with a need for speed, a need to climb the nearest
church steeple and ring the bells, bathed in the
flowing light of the full moon…
All of these I find helpful in learning the mystery
and the meter of the dance of the words.
(C) 2016 by W. G. Milne