“Soul of this world,
no life, no world remain,
no beautiful men and women longing.
Only this ancient love
circling the holy black stone of nothing, where the lover is the love,
the horizon and everything within it.”
~ Rumi
It’s the oddest thing, after all this time living, breathing and painting with vibrant colour, to suddenly find comfort, inspiration, grace, mystery, and awe in tones of black and white… in the contrast… there must lie something… some element of life and all it encompasses.
Can I describe it? It’s like I look upon the painting and in the gentle blends, the swooping strokes and scratched in markings that something enters my heart. It is gentle. It is peace. Yet it is also alive with movement and energy.
There seems to be an elegance about it too, somehow.
I’ve become obsessed with exploring it, which I will until it fills me to the brim and then empties me out.
Wings of Love | 30 x 30in | Acrylic on Gallery Wood Panel
What do you think of the black and white? What does it reveal to you, or does it speak of mystery? I would love to hear, please leave me a comment below.
Kiernan xo
“Don’t become a mere recorder of facts, but try to penetrate the mystery of their origin.”~ Ivan Pavlov
