Suspended in Time
I’ve been a little lax in my postings this week. Not for lack of things to say or share … honestly, I’ve just been pushing pretty hard, lots of irons in the fire. And in some ways I’ve been feeling a bit like this painting.
When I painted this piece several years ago, I didn’t have an “intent”. I simply liked the visual that came to mind, and have always liked drawing and painting fruits… which, if I thought about it, is probably because they’re shapely, rich, innocently sensuous; somehow mysterious, cloaking nature’s passion.
Once the painting was complete, I stood back and quickly understood what had been a subconscious expression ~ and it’s been a favorite of mine ever since. It holds promise and vitality; it breathes and ripens ~ yet floats, in suspended anticipation, like a dream awaiting fruition.
You can almost reach out and pluck it from the air … just not quite yet. But soon.