It is one thing to study his workclosely, trying to hear the musicof his Muse who animatedthe artist’s use of color shadedand thickly spread in joyful strokeswhere one can read his living speech.
It’s another thing altogetherto watch my mother and grandfatherlistening for the selfsame Musefrom whom their painting took its cues:the name Sorolla ringing in their ears(or so I gather) through the many yearsthey’d trained the eye and hand to tracethe play of light across a canvas.If this is how the artist learnsto plant and grow the seeds of truth,then I shall take my pen once moreand write, like the painters beforeI learned their craft, to trace where shadeand color soft create the truth of our shared trade.
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[…] tothe rhythm of the creative life."III. This adviceI now recognize as the wisdom of a muse,of the spirit my grandparents spent their long dayschasing in the visions of another, paintingfar away. This […]
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