[ A new painting stands at an area of my house where people I know come and go ]
[ Comments are in order of increased focus/presence – their respective answers in italic from yours truly ]
” Oh Nick, you made a new painting – nice. ”
” You painted a spiral (which is the meaning of Spira in Hellenic) – how fitting. ”
Not exactly but thank you.
” Beautiful texture on the canvas. ”
It looks like it, doesn’t it? At least until you take a closer look.
” My God, are all these letters? I can’t seem to read any words among them. ”
Yes they are. That’s because you are trying to read them the traditional Western way. Try from top to bottom, row by row!
” Such accuracy – no mistakes! It looks like a task fit for a prisoner!! ”
It was a creation that left no room for error – and I am proud to say that this is the first and only try!
Being secluded is a choice; imprisonment is not…
For the past 10 years I have been trying to essentially reinvent myself via the artistic journey of Spira. It has been miraculous!
It wouldn’t be possible without the full support of my wife, my Sun & Stars.
And it wouldn’t be possible without you who interact with my art, with me, even creating sometimes bonds of friendship, empathy.
I am currently privileged to be amongst the company of some formidable wordsmiths, storytellers (you know who you are)!
I hope you will not be offended by my “use” of your fundamental material in this creation ; but see with me the magic words carry apart from their meaning, just in their physical form.
(These particular words are 24 poems from a dear poet).
It is also a difficult journey, especially when no shore is visible on the horizon.
Birth, after birth, after birth, over two hundred by now… eventually dark clouds overwhelm you.
But then comes a morning like this one; November 1st and blessed by a glorious sunshine, by a tender touch as I am asleep on my forehead that speaks no words yet says so much and you find your head held up a bit higher…
This painting is a big, deep thank you to all of you…you who help me create my echoes...
…echoes from a voice yet to be heard.
Handwritten ink on canvas, 50 x 70 cm.
And yes, I will soundtrack this one too D 🙂