Ascent or descent both are intriguing. While one soars high, the other counts and misses the rings one has been somersaulting into. It’s a fanciful flight. One where there’s no reaching the limits. It’s an ongoing one, in diverse directions just depending on the time and circumstances. One may see the birds and imagine how free their realm is, grow wings and fly with them...then again one may see the fish (any one, varied one), grow fins and take deep plunge. In both ways there’s mysterious urge to delve high and deep for it carries embedded memories of the distant past and yet to be future for we come from earth and belong to its grains...each tiny one...and its our true call of nature. Yet we miss that, forget that, ignore that...and claim to be evolved. These intricacies of existence is however luring and whimsical for we seem either to enjoy it or despise it...and so we are involved, either ways. And so our life becomes.
Just being pensive and the 'Hopperian' effect continues...the first Hopper attempt can be seen here.
Acrylics on handmade paper
Edward Hopper Series