Blouse painting, WIP

© Bev Byrnes--WIP

work in progress, oil on panel — Bev Byrnes

New painting in the works. Just about finished with the closed grisaille layer. Looking forward to putting some color on. A much larger panel than what I’ve worked on previously, but with each new painting I’m getting faster. This is about 25 hours of work so far. The last painting of the mostly-monochrome 3 bottles will hopefully have been good preparation for this, another mostly-monochrome piece.

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Even if you intellectually understand what things are in themselves, if they linger on as objects of inspection there is no benefit in such understanding. In order to acquaint your intellect with what intrinsically matters, you must go into the wild wood of inner calm.
– Longchenpa

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© Bev Byrnes

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enjoying tea

 

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There are two ways to make and enjoy tea. You can boil the water to the right temperature, measure your tea leaves carefully, time your infusions just right, all in the proper way. Your tea will be more or less good or bad. You’ll have the occasional great tea but will mostly find flaws.

Or you can forget the rules and simply make tea. It’s best enjoyed when you keep your mind empty and let the tea be whatever it is.

(painting is not much different)

 

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“Everything is gestation and then bringing forth. To let each impression and each germ of a feeling come to completion wholly in itself, in the dark, in the inexpressible, the unconscious, beyond the reach of one’s own intelligence, and await with deep humility and patience the birth-hour of a new clarity: that alone is living the artist’s life: in understanding as in creating.

There is here no measuring with time, no year matters, and ten years are nothing. Being an artist means, not reckoning and counting, but ripening like the tree which does not force its sap and stands confident in the storms of spring without the fear that after them may come no summer. It does come. But it comes only to the patient, who are there as though eternity lay before them, so unconcernedly still and wide. I learn it daily, learn it with pain to which I am grateful: patience is everything.”

~Rainer Maria Rilke (from Letters to A Young Poet)

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grinding azurite

grinding azurite

The Art Game ideally is directed toward the expression of an inner awareness loosely defined as beauty. The awareness is purely subjective. One man’s beauty can be another man’s horror. The beautiful of one age can seem ugly to another. But bad players of the art game have no inner awareness at all. They are technically proficient and imitate those who have awareness, conforming to the fashion whatever that fashion may be. The whole Art Game, as played today, is heavily tainted with commercialism, the greed of the collector pervades it like a bad smell. It is further complicated by the tendency to show off that afflicts almost all contemporary artists, whether they be painters, sculptors, writers or composers. As all traditional concepts of the beautiful have been abandoned, anything goes, just so long as it is new and startling.

— Robert S. de Ropp

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