The sound of the water pulsed
Pressure pushed them on beat by beat
Marching forwards, dying upon the beach
And with each stroke they pulled the sand
Dragging it upon the stones
Polishing their faces smooth
I looked into the sky and saw
A truth written in quiet motion
The turning wheel rises and as it falls
It shows us what we've seen
A vision from beyond
no different than a vision from within
Doing creative stuff is a joy. Not being musical myself, I can only imagine the pleasure musicians have messing around with their instruments. If it's anything like the way I feel about making paintings, I bet it's pretty good. That super positive mood is what I wanted to achieve with this painting.
This month I'm working on another painting of the Angel of Song.
Musicians have repeatedly sought out my last painting of Israfel but I've always wished I could have a version of it that was more close to the experience of performing music. When the opportunity came around to make a new painting of the Angel of Song, I decided to make a piece for them that they could be proud of. So far, I'm proud of it too.
Update coming soon