Tuesday, October 23, 2012
This past weekend I spent two days on a pastel that was overcooked, and is now gone. This one is medium rare in comparison. 8x12.
There's another vision of beauty described on the first page of The Golden String, the autobiography of Bede Griffiths: "I remember now the feeling of awe which came over me. I felt inclined to kneel on the ground, as though I had been standing in the presence of an angel; and I hardly dared to look on the face of the sky, because it seemed as though it was but a veil before the face of God...It was as though I had begun to see and smell and hear for the first time...I experienced an overwhelming emotion in the presence of nature, especially at evening. It began to wear a kind of sacramental character for me. I approached it with a sense of almost religious awe, and in the hush which comes before sunset, I felt again the presence of an unfathomable mystery."