This painting is a real treat. I’ve kind of headed into it the way Trevor’s Treasure Island developed, more every day and in an odd direction. With absolutely no foreground but rocks going into darkness I have all of a sudden added a chair and desk on the top of a peak, some kind of Greek ruins on a sandbar, a turquoise-lavender pool, stone gargoyles and seahorse, a writing desk, and steps…many steps. I’ve decided to go with it, do not know what the hell I’m up to but up for the adventure.
It’s the sort of freedom I felt with your portrait which is a rare experience. Certainly possible with what you allowed, and unique in that only with historical portraits of my own devising have I ever moved into such a myriad of things. Yours is the first portrait I let myself and you let myself do that with, and I am liberated from previous constraints as a result.
It IS getting interesting. I keep moving the waves and clouds around. The very clouded sky reveals a reticent sun. I’m calling it The Cradle of the Sun, or The Sun’s Cradle, which I find very exciting in and of itself and not sure what I’m up to.
The Cradle of the Sun
There’s a storm coming in from far away places ~~ sweeping up water, spray marking its path ~~ dark and fierce on a gentle cove. Still visible inside fast-moving formations, the Sun is cradled by its cloudy banks. The golden strength hits boulders and quiet foreground pools which will be next to feel the crash of wind and sea. Large birds take frenzy flight. And a viewer’s ready chair says ”Come to me”… a kind of magic seating … a match to the heady seascape beyond, and below, and around it.
The Hawks Perch 