Both on the canvas and on the page, immersed in colour and texture, tone and feelings, words and imagery, I find myself coming home to a place I didn’t know existed before I became immersed in it all.
And then…. I read the news and must find my way back to that place where I find myself grounded in the darkness and the light, the ugly and the beautiful, the intolerable and the harmony.
This morning, I read the news. Story after story of unease and confusion and injustice and racism and phobias too unbearable to name, deaths too heavy to endure, history to unbearable to uncover.
And the muse pushes me to write it out. To name it. Feel it. Know it. See it. Bear it. Even when the words are too dark to see or feel too heavy to bear in the dim light cast by the news. To write it out and bear witness to it all so that in all of it, the mystery, the awe, the ineffable beauty of life can shine through.
In keeping with the Before Time poem from yesterday, this morning’s poem is titled, “Before Words”. (and the painting is the finished version of yesterday’s share.)
Before Words by Louise Gallagher Before words man had no name for who he was or who the others were who shared this human state without a name. Without a name he could not name the things he saw that were the same yet different and lived within the mystery of the world for which he had no name. And then words came and labelled all that man was all that man created all that man did as wanted/unwanted beautiful/ugly funny/sad curious/dreaded intriguing/frightening right/wrong us/them. And in the naming of it all man became black or white dark/light rich/poor believer/nonbeliever love/hate. And in the names man called 'them' there were no words to label the things he did not understand or know and so he named them all The Other. There was no room for the others who did not fit into man’s tidy labels designed to keep the others out until fear grew wild hatred flourished fierce and man became the one to fear the most.
About the artwork: When I began this painting it was an overpainting of an old piece that did not please me. It was going to be flowers and then, the evolution of time began to unfold and this is what appeared.