Wednesday, September 26, 2012
I haven't posted one of these watercolor portraits in awhile and I wrestled with the notion of putting this one up. I'm not sure what I think of it and after some time to look at it more I think I like it less than I did. So, of course, I post it.
As with authors, not all of my inspirations are visual ones, such as painters and sculptors. Some are poets, too. Well, maybe quite a few are poets as they stir a different pot for me, or within me, as the case may be. Such has it been with Wislawa Szymborska, the Polish poet who passed away earlier this year. I discovered her writings with her 1995 book, View With A Grain Of Sand. She certainly painted and sculpted with words and filled me with visuals that I could and will never experience.
A bit of humor here from the poem, A Moment In Troy:
"Those tall, dark movie stars,
their girlfriends' older brothers,
the teacher from art class,
alas, they must all be slain."
Or, this passage from the poem One Version Of Events, which has always haunted me:
"Each of us wished to have a homeland
free of neighbors
and to live his entire life
in the intervals between wars."
I tried a different color scheme with this portrait and I wonder if this glows too much. I wanted warmth, I may have achieved something else.