lindo, 32x36” oil & collage on portrait linen as she looked today at 2pm
i whited over lindo this morning, and then introduced two of my favorite figures. it’s in process, so what i’m posting is a stage in the process. i also collaged two pieces of paper earlier this morning. it’s all about breaking up the predictable and expected .
this is allergy season in crestone, so my sinuses are congested & i didn’t sleep very well. however that doesn’t dampen my spirits or affect my passion for painting.
1:44 PM: this past wednesday was International Dylan Thomas Day. He’s one of my favorite poets. at the age of 17-18 i was reading his poems and i knew this one, which is one of his finest, by heart.
Do not go gentle into that good night
Do not go gentle into that good night,
Old age should burn and rave at close of day;
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Though wise men at their end know dark is right,
Because their words had forked no lightning they
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Good men, the last wave by, crying how bright
Their frail deeds might have danced in a green bay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
Wild men who caught and sang the sun in flight,
And learn, too late, they grieved it on its way,
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Grave men, near death, who see with blinding sight
Blind eyes could blaze like meteors and be gay,
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.
And you, my father, there on the sad height,
Curse, bless, me now with your fierce tears, I pray.
Do not go gentle into that good night.
Rage, rage against the dying of the light.