Thursday, September 16, 2010

Canvas 89




“Canvas 89”
September 15, 2010

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15 comments:

nouvelles couleurs - vienna atelier said...

It likes as a face in a marble piece

William Michaelian said...

Thank you, Laura. Yes... or maybe the inside of a walnut...

Crissant said...

A lot of new beautiful things here.
This canvas remind me the energy around us...something like the color of our soul.

Kisses, William!

William Michaelian said...

Hello, Crissant! Thank you... a beautiful thought...

Jean Spitzer said...

Looks like a slice of geode.

William Michaelian said...

I like the idea of it being that old.

RUDHI - Chance said...

You're pregnant, William?-D

William Michaelian said...

Ha! Yes, it’s a miracle. In nine months, a tree will be growing in this exact same spot.

ALeks said...

I had to come here and look at it enlarged and it is even more beautiful than small one!Walnut isnt that good looking :O)with eyes closed!! Mountain crystal or raw gemstone!!Greetings!

William Michaelian said...

Yes, I suppose a walnut is a bit ridiculous. Mountain crystal, marble, gemstone, geode... or a lake, perhaps, absorbing the last light of day. Thanks for looking at the full-sized image!

ALeks said...

It is like you are crying,I see also one finger drawing with that tear another mouth under your beard....and I imagine a lake of tears.... LAKE ........

In this high place
it is as simple as this:
leave everything you know behind.

Step toward the cold surface,
say the old prayer of rough love
and open both arms.

Those who come with empty hands
will stare into the lake astonished.
There, in the cold light
reflecting pure snow,

is the true shape of your own face.

David Whyte

William Michaelian said...

Ah, very nice... your vision and the poem. Thank you.

Two Tigers said...

There is definitely something weathered and wise about the expression...I think this is what the stump would look like the moment after the tree is felled and the spirit inside is still visible as a face to the most discerning human eyes...but the next moment just looks like ordinary rings.

William Michaelian said...

Gabriella, thanks. You are speaking my language.

J Bar said...

Amazing.
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