Unending

Strange Sunday. I left this painting yesterday evening with no clear idea of how to continue. I only knew I needed more white in the central area.

Morning spent in logistic stuff for the upcoming art fairs.

1PM. I put the board on easel to start.

Music: Thomas Newman (just perfection).

I start emphasising the blue parts (mountains??). Then it clicks: the white, the waves, the idea that I (you, everyone) can be wave, stirring, flying, stretching over the canvas, over the limits of a life that to me is often very scary or very saddening.

In synch. In balance. So urgent that it’s almost uneasy.

One hour and a half later: I think the painting is finished. Title: Unending.

Loved it.