I have finished the underpainting. It took much longer than I had hoped, but I am quite satisfied with it, as it stands. Working on the objects, the glass, the carton, you become so close to them. They begin to propel the message of the painting, in their detail and stature. Adding the shades and shadows in the background I found a whole new consideration. Pushing soft shadows up against the well postured carton feels to me like a dilemma, or something enigmatic. Either way, there is an energy there that I am drawn to.
John Muir author and naturalist, wrote the book Yosemite in 1912. Through a collection of travel writing called The Tao of Travel by Paul Theroux, I stumbled upon Muir's thoughts about light as it hit a canyon, "...it seemed not clothed in light, but wholly composed of it...".
I believe there are hundreds of moments like this each day. Light can take the place of the object and becomes what it is that we are looking at, instead of that which it illuminates.
