6 May 2012
As I was lying there on my back, the soft prickles of grass touching my bare arms, I looked up at the sun shining through the gaps between leaf and branch. The sun was surrounded by pulsating and undulating lines of yellow, gold, orange and red. I suddenly noticed the connection between a child's drawring and the reality I saw before me. It occurred to me that what we see as childlike, the representation of the sun as a yellow orb with an irradiation of lines, was not merely a child's inability to paint or draw in a realistic way, but in fact a simple and true representation of the reality. It dawned on me that my paintings were not only showing the wrong sun but a sun that has never existed but in the minds of egotistical over influenced souls.
Opening (comments encouraged and welcome) • Opuss № I