Finally! I started working on a series of paintings this evening. The technique is more messy // less controlling than usual, so they're coming along quickly. The six canvases are already about 90% finished. Creating something has been therapeutic in contrast to life which has been . . confusing, to say the least.
One reason I haven't painted or posted much lately is because I've been sight reading music voraciously. . . tonight the sudden, gloomy downpour created the perfect mood for a dark Rachmaninov etude -- Op. 39 No. 2, in A minor.
Tragedy, poignancy, heartbreak... the gentle theme speaks to secret pain. Triplets and displaced rhythm emphasize an ethereal, "lost in a mist" feeling... until the più vivo (devilishly difficult section). Subsequently, a shimmer of hope is heard in the brief E major section, but Rachmaninov then fully succumbs to despair, returning to the theme - rendered all the more tragic in contrast to the major section. The etude ends with a lovely dissonance - novel chords for this time. Incredible that a piece written nearly 100 years ago could still speak so intensely.
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