Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting:
The Soul that rises with us, our life’s Star,
Hath had elsewhere its setting,
And cometh from afar:
Not in entire forgetfulness,
And not in utter nakedness,
But trailing clouds of glory do we come…
I really feel like I’m getting back into acrylic paint. When I took my first art class back in the 1970’s I loved acrylic. Then I began a several decade love affair with gouache. It seems that now I’m in dotage I’ve returned to my first love. I know this would look more “perfect” if I went over it with oils, but I like the slightly grungy look.
For this one I just put together a random assemblage of things. I don’t really know what it’s about, but I like the process of letting an image come together by pure chance, and seeing what it looks like. It also gives me the opportunity to add more to the composition later on. It’s kind of anti-illustration.