Friday, August 3, 2012

My Childhood Home

Sucked in by a force, I'm flying through a tunnel
The tunnel of memory that leads me back home
The past blurs my present, so my vision is double
Walls of my childhood curve into a dome

From here I can see that home, tilting
And falling from place, all the lamps are aflame
My father's empty chair is slowly ascending
Tipped by the light, outlining its frame


For this oil painting, I prepared the canvas with a layer of textured bronze color, then worked the scene into it. The early sketches for the composition were done on a small note of paper on the first day of the Shiv-aa, the mourning period following my father's death. By the time I came back home the note was lost, so I re-sketched it from memory.


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14 comments:

  1. Interesting painting! Looks like a trip through the wormhole of time!

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    1. Yes--a wormhole! That's the word I was looking for. Thank you dear Catherine!

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  2. Wow! Layers upon layers of meaning in this. Very evocative.

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  3. Flawless compositions ! The poem is simply elegant and the painting even more beautiful!!

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  4. Compelling pieces, Uvi. I love looking at the painting...so many stories could be written around its possibilities.

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  5. I am reposting this comment Uvi as I really want you to know how much I like your art. I am hoping to do a feature on art on the Plum tree Blog and hope you will join us in that (after our Song of Sahel campaign, of course).

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    1. It will be my pleasure, Dr. Niamh Clune! Thank you for thinking of me for your next project.

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  6. Somehow that chair haunts the picture as it does the words.

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    1. Exactly what I was trying to convey... Thank you Sheila

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  7. Your painting is beautiful. You look like you are trying grab it all and just hold onto it.

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    1. Thank you Tamela! And yes, holding on to a memory is not easy...

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