Accepted to the prestigious 38th Annual Exhibition of the western federation of watercolor societies! The exhibition will be held in Irving Texas July 2013
Another in the series of paintings inspired by scenes/plants/wild life in Torrey pines state reserve.
The painting explores the subject of making the “right choices” in life. In some situations it feels like there is no good way forward… other times it feels like there are too many conflicting ways forward…and sometimes you just need to know how to find the right tools and assistance…
Part of a series of paintings inspired by scenes/plants/wild life in Torrey pines state reserve.
In this painting instead of depicting a scene directly from the reserve I combined a set of selected reference photos I took to create a surrealistic image. I added to these components additional symbolic elements including constellations, topographic map, compass, glob, and a sextant.
The words on the scroll on the top are from a Hebrew poem written by the poet Natan Alterman. Loosely translated the words mean “the melody goes on” and “passerby”. I think these words encapsulate the ‘message’ of the poem: “Don’t give up doing what you love even if it seems insignificant and transitory”
The full poem and a rough translation (by me) is given below.
Painted using W&N watercolor paints and a little watercolor pencils and ink, on Arches 140lbs CP paper. Original size 20×13″.
For others in the series see:
עוד חוזר הניגון שזנחת לשווא
והדרך עודנה נפקחת לאורך
וענן בשמיו ואילן בגשמיו
מצפים עוד לך, עובר אורח
והרוח תקום ובטיסת נדנדות
יעברו הברקים מעליך
וכבשה ואיילת תהיינה עדות
שליטפת אותן והוספת ללכת
שידיך ריקות ועירך רחוקה
ולא פעם סגדת אפיים
לחורשה ירוקה ואישה בצחוקה
וצמרת גשומת עפעפיים.
The Melody Still Goes On
The futilely forsaken melody still goes on,
The road still opens up into the distance
And the cloud in its sky, and the tree with its showers,
Still expect you, the passerby.
Though the wind will intensify, and as flying swings
The lightnings will pass above you,
A ewe and a doe will witness
You stroked them and carried on walking
That your hands are bare, your hometown far,
That often you fell on your knees idolizing
a lush-green woodland, a woman in her laughter,
a canopy’s rain-washed eyelids.
Hava Alberstein sings:
Yosi Banai reads