We’ve been playing and working in teams, equilibrium being tested while trying to gain balance on the page, developing reactions, concentrating on composition, reinforcing that which we know. Time to dig deeper. To find that place of centered focus, slow- calm- measured, but “heightened” from life. Your subject will be real and dense with much to inspire—a model and still life awash in light in which to lose and find yourself with paint. Your job will be to connect, to feel, to imagine from life, to “tremble” while attempting to “caress the light”.
|by Robert Lowell|
|Those blessed structures, plot and rhyme–
why are they no help to me now
I want to make
something imagined, not recalled?
I hear the noise of my own voice:
The painter’s vision is not a lens,
it trembles to caress the light.
But sometimes everything I write
with the threadbare art of my eye
seems a snapshot,
lurid, rapid, garish, grouped,
heightened from life,
yet paralyzed by fact.
Yet why not say what happened?
Pray for the grace of accuracy
Vermeer gave to the sun’s illumination
stealing like the tide across a map
to his girl solid with yearning.
We are poor passing facts,
warned by that to give
each figure in the photograph
his living name.