to a happy sunny day!
To a happy sunny day!
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Today I accidentally threw over a bottle of Indian ink, spilling right over a painting I was making (not this one by the way). This Indian ink is very black and extremely persistent… Which is exactly why I use it sometimes.
After some cursing and a lot of cleaning up, I took a look at what to do with the painting. The big black, slightly faded stain added some details to the work, making it definitely more interesting. And I was happy with that.
I’m stil working on that piece of art, which I might show you another time maybe. But I also got to using black in another thing that I didn’t like very much yet. Also this one got more personality. I guess that the black can actually light out some colors and forms that need to stand out. I wonder if it works in the same way in real life: do dark days help us to see the light better?
Anyway, the lesson of today is: ‘You can spill all of your black ink over a piece of art, but the true colors will always peek through the dark.’
This is a poem about the miracle of an ordinary day.
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finding the words
is like finding the colors
you were looking for
all day in your studio
you almost gave up…
but, thank God, you didn’t
and look, there they are
shining bright and clear from
the canvas right into your heart
black letters wandering around on this piece of paper
searching for their place
floating…
lingering…
strolling…
connecting to the colors
or to the white space
always a poem
Hundertwasser When I was making this one, I had to think about the artist Hundertwasser. I googled the man and the day I started making this drawing, which was yesterday, was exactly ten years after he died. I don’t really believe in supernatural happenings and angels, but I have to admit this feels like a