Open the window to a different view

If I were a young writer searching for my voice would you listen and comment on my veracity in tone and text?
I could be standing on the stone in the river watching the river move slowly on. I could watch and tell you of the upstream... the otters, the arching willows, trout sleeping in dark pools. no, I could not see the rapids and the waterfall, a few miles further on.
I am downstream, looking back at the beautiful falls; the river pounding on the slippery rocks under the foaming water. I stand on a sandy beach eroding as I watch the falls.
I am old, I remember clinging to the rock above the falls. I remember how the current of time swept me down stream and the only mercy was the rock I could cling to as I listened to the crashing river.

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Tuesday, October 19, 2010

Living with Mom and sisters


Autumn Landscape
With Four trees
Nuemen, November 1885
Oil on canvas 64x89cm
Otterlo, Knoller Muller Museum


Three trees grow close in a clump two are very close they are fully leafed amber in an island like plot in the middle of a barren field. A line of trees in the distance marks the horizon a lone figure is walking away or approaching it isn’t clear. The fourth tree is standing a bit apart in this bleak landscape it is virtually leafless. It has been very severely pruned producing a knobby ugly top where all the branches grow from. The sky is low and cloudy a lone bird circles. The scene is empty of passion; it feels cold and lonely. There is nothing here to cling to. This was painted while Vincent lived with his family in the parsonage. Vincent’s Father Theodorus died 6 months earlier. The empty heart was still reaching for meaning; the lonely soul expresses the landscape of his life.   
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