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Grasping Light, Again

8/12/2014

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The process of creating a similar painting years later allows one to not only see their growth as an artist, but also as a being.  Throughout this painting I would touch in on the painting that inspired this one;  the scents of the ocean, the hippie walks of life in OB, and the original unknown that seeped out of me onto canvas.  Like this painting, at this moment my life is more complex than it was five years ago.  New tools and experiences have allowed me to discover different depth and voice on and off the canvas.  The painting created its own internal check in moments and self reflections throughout the process.  The figure represents a less protected leap and grasp for new light as a heavy fallen structure lies dissolving behind.  Out of the darkness of confusion and unknown comes a leap into the light of ones own skin.  Pieces of the background intertwine with the skin as lessons, stories and feelings not to be forgotten, and naturally take unknown form into the new shape we are.

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Angel link
8/12/2014 04:06:25 pm

In Zen Buddhism, there is the yin and the yang, the good and the bad, the light and the dark. Without one, there can not be the other. Without sweet, there is no sour. I see that in this amazing piece, "Grasping Light , Again" my eyes travel and stay focused on the top chakras of the man in this piece. This id, is ego and his super ego are all intertwined and meshed into this perfect and beautiful union of one light. His back is towards the audience so there must be, in my mind, some type of sheltering or false mask of innocence due to his nudity. Yet again, his limbs mimic the branches of the trees in front of him, open and honest yet barren. Perhaps there isn't anything for him to hide. He is vunerable in his posture with his back towards us (the audience) but he's hoping for something more, he's grasping for what is available to him. His eyes, in my view are nor open nor closed meaning that he is, as I am, either afraid to see the light of what what's ahead of him or is is comfortable in looking back to what has passed. The mixture of urban high risen buildings and branches that reach up, to and through him relate to me. They conjure thoughts of seasons... They evoke thoughts of of urbanity vs a desolate wood. My eyes travel back to the center of his body, of his being, of his soul, which is slightly left of center...which is 3/4 up from the bottom which is, where I feel home. Art mimics life and vice a versa. This art in a lot of ways is my life...and vice a versa. Thanks Truman. xoxo

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