I am working on an etching after this drawing.
The drawing I made on 1 september 2010,
still speaks to me of silence
and of an inner treasure that can be found
in this silent world of water, trees, water-soaked wood,
white stone walls and old open doorways.
It is a rather large plate, it will need a lot of time.
in this silent world of water, trees, water-soaked wood,
white stone walls and old open doorways.
It is a rather large plate, it will need a lot of time.
Here you see the lines in the etching ground,
a picture with less and one with more contrast.
In the etching
the book drifting on the water has disappeared,
now a faithful fox-cat follows the woman
and in her hands she holds a mala or a rosary.
Also the boy who stood in front of her is gone
now there are four birds walking the path before her.
Thick etching ground of making corrections and lines of bare copper shining through.
Thick etching ground of making corrections and lines of bare copper shining through.
Four cats move their mysterious presence through this landscape.
In a recent watercolour
a face changed
this woman lifted her head and
opened her eyes
Exciting... and the woman who lifted her head and opened her eyes has a face like a moon... I see both the full and crescent moons when I look in her calm and beautiful eyes. She is a healer, no? Or a wise, ancient priestess? Your kitty is the spitting image of Pasha in that photo!
ReplyDeleteThis moment I wrote down verse 18 of the Spititual Cantice of John of the Cross. And now I look into your blog and find valuable and exciting adventures between the SUBURB and the MIDTOWN...:The soul opens her eyes watching the nymphes - it's better, they sleep!! Or is the nymphe waking up? The soul will say to her: stay in the suburb! ....
ReplyDeleteValerianna, I did not think about a healer or a priestess, these are your beautiful words and visions. I painted ... 'a genuine searcher of the soul who has found something that gives her this strength' ... and without this searching and finding, of course, no healer or priestess could be :-)
ReplyDeleteDori, the walled garden, the walled town, they are deep ancient symbols in the spirit. But ... do you know, what is the wall? What is it made of? What makes it standing old and strong?
This is very interesting that you revisit your drawing nearly a year later. Some very exciting images are emerging.
ReplyDeleteStille Linde, I can imagine, that these kind of walls are made by the stuff of experiences and rules mankind has found during a long time of trials and errors - There are doors, that means no rule and no experience is totally absolute.
ReplyDeleteWonderful wise answer !
ReplyDeleteOh yes... I wasn't actually asking exactly what you were thinking, just sort of stating the things that she evoked for me. The question marks are my own wonder.... she is surely a genuine searcher of the soul, that part isn't questionable!
ReplyDeleteThank you. I feel inspired, too!
ReplyDeleteOh, I love the colours in the watercolour(s)!!!! They just fly off the paper, it's wonderful.
ReplyDeleteAnd it's lovely to come along step by step with your etchings... it's like being in a studio again, like I can just look up from what I'm working on and take a peek at the progress of my neighbour. Lovely!
Thank you, Jodi, yes it's lovely to look up and see your neighbour's work too :-)
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