12″x14″
oil pencil, watercolor, and pastel pencils
2013
“Mires el rellotge es mou la mà lenta.
Hauria d’haver estat fa hores,
Però jo no sóc aquí.
Però jo no sóc aquí.
No em pot sentir.
No pots sentir
Aquí a l’habitació amb vostè ara.
No es pot escoltar el que estic dient.
No se sent el que estic dient, oi?
No es pot saber
El que ha estat succeint.
Hi ha un fantasma a casa,
Així que veient sense mi.
Jo no sóc aquí.
No se sent em vinc polz
No se sent deixar-me.”
Hauria d’haver estat fa hores,
Però jo no sóc aquí.
Però jo no sóc aquí.
No em pot sentir.
No pots sentir
Aquí a l’habitació amb vostè ara.
No es pot escoltar el que estic dient.
No se sent el que estic dient, oi?
No es pot saber
El que ha estat succeint.
Hi ha un fantasma a casa,
Així que veient sense mi.
Jo no sóc aquí.
No se sent em vinc polz
No se sent deixar-me.”
“You won’t hear me/ You won’t see me changing/
You don’t hear me coming/You won’t hear me leaving.”
—Kate Bush (“Watching You Without Me”)
Obviously, this is a companion piece to the painting I sent out yesterday.
When I’d known Herve for only a month or so, one of his first gifts to me was a copy of the letters between Theo and Vincent Van Gogh. I guessed, then and as little as I knew him at the time, why he gave it to me, and I was (as I later confirmed) correct in my guess. from Vincent:
“It is good to love many things, for therein lies the true strength, and whosoever loves much performs much, and can accomplish much, and what is done in love is well done.”
“What am I in the eyes of most people — a nonentity, an eccentric, or an unpleasant person — somebody who has no position in society and will never have; in short, the lowest of the low. All right, then — even if that were absolutely true, then I should one day like to show by my work what such an eccentric, such a nobody, has in his heart. That is my ambition, based less on resentment than on love in spite of everything, based more on a feeling of serenity than on passion. Though I am often in the depths of misery, there is still calmness, pure harmony and music inside me. I see paintings or drawings in the poorest cottages, in the dirtiest corners. And my mind is driven towards these things with an irresistible momentum.”
“Close friends are truly life’s treasures. Sometimes they know us better than we know ourselves. With gentle honesty, they are there to guide and support us, to share our laughter and our tears. Their presence reminds us that we are never really alone.”
“I always think that the best way to know God is to love many things.”
Oh, and as usual?…..here’s the necessary song I played repeatedly while painting this….go to ( I was surprised to find this video, created by another Kate Bush fan; it’s beautiful):