Whiteness, a high tide drawn by the moon. Light coiled around and inside her, claiming her. Thoughts passed through like schools of fish. Luminosity opened in the depths and kept opening.
Woman of the Sea, 2011, 12" x 10", 30.5cm x 25.5cm, India ink, conte crayon, oils on [100lb archival] paper.
She got wetted and blotted and re-painted a few times. This is what she became. Below is an earlier moment on the journey towards the final version.
Another Woman of the Sea, mostly oils on [100lb archival] paper. Those white scraping marks, like dots, on her right bother me, yet if I remove them the foreground, where she is, and the background, where the dark ocean is, separate from each other too much to my liking. Those white scrapes anchor her to the swirl of fluidity, the sea.
.... yet I am still finding my relation to this painting like it was to the drawing, difficult.
But it's quite detailed, isn't it. About 4 layers of different coloured paint. Interesting what can emerge when you prepare for a run. :) The living room/dining room in my tiny apartment is currently set up as a make-shift studio, so it's just a few feet to the work table. But it takes gumption to get there. I did, and I done.
So tuckered out now, after that jaunt of paint, I'll have to have lunch and a rest.
[ps It looks better in a large size -click on it -it'll open to a new screen.]
I am seeing the Symbolists here, and the French Surrealists.