Wednesday, 1 June 2011

The Speed at which Things Happen



The speed at which things happen, oil on board, 70 x 70 cm


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I cut my hand on a broken glass jar I had been using to wash my brushes painting this picture. It took no time at all. One minute I had sensation in my index finger, the next minute I had severed the nerve.


Funny that I had been holding in my mind the title of the painting as I worked; willing the world to show me something through the crucible of my imagination & bring it into my life.

 Am I calling the tune? Or is the tune calling me?