I’ve been told that the sun in the far north of Canada is pale and weak…I prefer to paint it strong and fiery anticipating what is to come as the ice melts more and more…this is an abstract vision, but there is some realism too…you can see the hole that the sun melts in the iceberg like shape, making it almost cave like as it turns into water below…the poem is quite ironic….we need the sun….we crave it’s warmth…but have we turned it into an enemy?
More and more I find that the properties of watercolour suit my artistic vision the most…I am also simplifying my approach, in that I tell more by saying much less…less reporting, more interpreting, less about what the landscape looks like, more about how aspects in it relate to each other…more of an artist, less of a journalist
More from this series can be seen below…all reflect ideas about change
Watercolour on Arches Not Paper
Even after all this time
The sun never says to the earth,
“You owe Me."
Look what happens with
A love like that,
It lights the Whole Sky…Hafiz