I started to write this post last week on the state of the "Song" painting but I lost my courage. It's kind of embarrassing but I wanted to keep a log of it's progress so here I go. Hopefully it won't scare my friends who commissioned me to do the painting!
I knew this painting would be tricky from the beginning. It's hard to take someone else's words or sound and make them visual. To extract the essence and give it some sort of form. The poem is so beautiful...how can I do it justice?
Since last week much of what you see above has been painted over. I am taking a new approach to the typography using cut paper and will reintroduce more collage and some figurative imagery like the mandrake roots which are hard to see in the photos but are at the top of the painting. Well, I better get back to work! More updates to come!
Song by Cynthia Zarin
My heart, my dove, my snail, my sail, my
milktooth, shadow, sparrow, fingernail,
flower-cat and blossom-hedge, mandrake
root now put to bed, moonshell, sea-swell,
manatee, emerald shining back at me,
nutmeg, quince, tea leaf and bone, zither,
cymbal, xylophone; paper, scissors, then
there’s stone—Who doesn’t come through the door
to get home?
See the flickr photo set here:
1. 4, 2. 1, 3. 2, 4. 3