christmas eve
How does one give form to something that is real, has presence and power but cannot be seen and has no descriptive language? I have come to perceive and experience music as a force and phenomena of nature.
“I think,” said the piper, “traditional music is a sound-read of the visual landscape from whence it comes.”
I perceive music everywhere in the world of nature. The clusters and scattering of wildflowers, the grouping and dispersion of grazing animals, the ordered randomness of stones - these are notes to me. The colour, structure and placement of rock forms the variety of life forms at the ocean’s edge - to me this is orchestration.
The lay of the land, fiends, stone walls, hedgerows - I see all this as musical passages and arrangements. I perceive pattern, melody, harmony, and rhythm in the natural world. I see and sense music everywhere.
Since this perception of natural-world-as-music has no language, I apply the language of painting to it, and find it suits. But something like this has to be tested and explored. If it Is true, it can be expressed and demonstrated; if it is not true, it won’t work and its falsehood will quickly reveal itself.
The painting response to music to me is as natural as the dancing response. (Another amazing thing about music - it resounds and vibrates within the human body, thus turning the person who hear/feels it into a musical instrument Far out!) For rne painting music is painting nature.
Christmas Eve: Those green scrolls are rolls on the G. A few stars and ornaments thrown in “for the day that’s in it”.