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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Sunday, October 17, 2010

The Windmills of his mind


Memory of the Garden at Etten
Arles, November 1888
Oil on canvas 73.5x 92.5cm
St. Petersburg, Hermitage


At first glance this painting appears to be by Gauguin, who was living with Vincent at this time. Vincent and Paul painted together. Often they painted the same subject. I looks like Paul did most of the convincing as very few of Gauguin’s show any influence of Vincent. This painting not from nature as was usually Vincent’s way but from his mind is another painting of his mother also his sister. It has a feeling of mourning as though the garden were a cemetery the sadness and silence are unexpected emotions in a garden. The bent back of the woman tending the flowers the bent and winding path bring the eye to the dark and woeful pair carrying flowers away from the garden. The Saurat pointillist style is an experiment also seen in the later self-portrait. This painting was done during the later part of Gauguin’s visit when the emotional fabric of their friendship was being ripped apart. Ego and alcoholism are a dangerous mix.     

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