Stones are as elemental as I can imagine. They are the foundation of us all. Stones are solid, representing for me, truth. Even when they crack. Which by the energy of nature, they do. They crack, and erode, until by the same primitive actions of nature, they recombine. Endlessly.
Eggs symbolize elemental life. Secondary to stone, yet nothing more than stone animated. A stone egg may be a contradiction in terms, but for me, it manages to represent both truth and yet potential.
The first painting in what I hope will be a series, is of a tumble of weathered boulders, strangely egg shaped, and somewhat oddly lit from above. Wildflowers grow out of their damp shady nooks.
The painting finished, I am sorely tempted to move to greater complication with additional levels of painting. Should I do more simple paintings of stones and wildflowers, or continue exploring? I know what I should do, but also know what I will do. I am compelled to experiment. Tune in!
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