The Field (in process)

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

The Field

“Out beyond ideas of wrong-doing and right-doing,
there is a field.
I’ll meet you there.”

Rumi

For the past several weeks, I’ve been working on a 4 x 6′ painting of a field. Here’s a picture of it from last week; it has developed a lot since I took this photo and is now almost done.

Why paint a field? Visually, I find them boring and overwhelming–all that information, but little differentiation in form. Too, fields are rarely destinations, especially the tangled fields common in North Central Florida. They exist at the edges of life, with no maintenance, yet somehow sustain themselves. This self-maintaining quality is what drew me to paint a field.

The fields in my imagination are unkempt, scraggly places, where vaguely discernible patterns emerge and recede, and life grows and dies and rises up again without a fuss. When I experience uncertainty and difficulty, it helps me to remember that the field can be a metaphor for living–I can watch and support my life much as the field does–with curiosity, acceptance, and a kind of benevolent detachment for what does and does not naturally sustain itself there.

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