What does a silver lining mean to you?
When I started this painting, it was not a sunset. I don’t even remember what it was, now that it is finished.
The title was already penciled on the back of the canvas and this got me wondering. What was it that got me started on this painting?
It was rolled up with some other paintings in the studio. When I returned from my retreat in Tuscany, I found myself thinking about it. I’d done some small cloud paintings in Italy and wished to explore the idea on a larger canvas.
“Painting dreams feels like layering thin veils of color ~ all sparkly inside.”
Unrolling it and another along with it, I clipped them both on boards and set them on easels, side by side. Like a dream, I don’t really remember the middle part. I only remember painting very thin veils of color, one after another, until the painting looked like this.
That’s the way dreams seem to me ~ very thin, translucent veils, wavering in my being. Only the present one is clear. Then it is replaced by the next, and so on.
Until finally, I can see them all like a prism ~ and I feel amazed and sparkly all inside.