Street People, Mixed Media,RN
In the Original, this one sees more green and blue than the mellow tints here – it is not as pretty. More stark, almost cold. We ordered this canvas, a strange rectangle from the local Stationers’ at Four Bungalows – he looked me carefully over and then asked, ‘ Are you a serious artist, or just a student?”
The question never left me, ever. In this painting – over the years I kept re-touching my’ street people‘.. sometimes they wore these long heavy clothes, but they had begun with just very basic banians I think. Some looked better as women.. 🙂 Their hair styles changed, their postures ; the shadows and lights, shifted…
My husband asked, ‘ Why can’t you just paint another Ray ? Don’t touch this one again..”
I’ve stopped now, but every time I look at this, it feels like a brick has fallen in that wall, or a pigeon has nested… a leaf turned, or someone is smiling, or moved.
Today I want to ask these people ( in painting) to please sit down, or what are you all standing around for, your feet must hurt.
A friend of mine says, these are different poems, or chapters, one for each month of the year. For the first time, I counted them – hey they Are 12 ! … one is a child. I guess I’ll never really know the workings of my own mind – are there reasons dictated by the psyche ? Unsure.