Yesterday was the last contest of the season for Couleurs de Bretagne. It was held at Concarneau, a bit of a drive for me, 87km, and they were forecasting rain, but I went anyway. I am glad I did. It only rained a little bit on my sandwich.
Beforehand, I checked out images so as to foresee a possible subject and I had settled on a building with clock faces and bridge with water that goes out with the tide. I had in my mind “time and tide wait for no man” and when facing hunger or death man’s chin trembles, each one has just enough time to repent (from the Revelation of Arès).
I had no idea that I would learn that day of the passing of a member of the association the day before.
My chin trembles a bit, even though I have faith, because I would rather no one die. I know what the solution is and I know it will take a long time for humanity to climb from the depths to which it has fallen. The solution is what is called penitence—that is changing oneself to be Good. The means are love, peacemaking, forgiveness, freeing oneself from all prejudice, developing the heart’s intelligence.
In myself, as in my painting, I can see qualities and faults, but I will keep on working.
My chin was not trembling from hunger as I had my sandwich and then I found an ice cream shop.
The old town center of Concarneau is a walled city. Here is a view from the ramparts:
“Shout everywhere, ‘Earthly life is short; happiness is not measured in years, it is measured in eternity; every man barely has time to repent, for the regrets of the specter only add torments to its torments! Listen to the Word That I received and save yourselves!’ ” RA 36/23
“(When facing) death (and) hunger man’s tongue hangs down, his chin trembles; (but if like) the veprell he holds (to) My Lip, (he becomes) the brother, (he) drinks the Fat Water–It Which does not dry up–, (the brother) flies high (over) the grave.” RA xxii/15-16
Yesterday was a very pleasant day for painting outdoors. I walked down a stone-lined path in a wooded area and found my subject, an ancient fountain.
I hiked back up the hill to eat my lunch, sitting in the shade beside my car (don’t know whose car that is that “snuck” into my photo).
What to my wondering eyes should appear but a giant green rabbit!
I did some more hiking, but now with much less baggage, leaving my art supplies in the car. I enjoyed being able to scamper over rocks, okay, I did not exactly scamper when it was uphill. I wondered: Can I because I do or do I because I can?
Yesterday I went to a contest called Plumes et Pinceaux. In addition to several art categories, there was one for writing. This hollyhock inspired me.
La Rose Trémière
En passant la riche couleur
de tes fleurs
attire mon regard
Rouge soutenue, presque noir
Au bord du trottoir.
Je plonge, je rêve,
le désire d’avoir
Peu importe ta branche cassée,
Tu ne demande pas beaucoup de place
ni terre fertile,
Tu resplendis tout simplement
Pour la joie du passant.
It was risky for me to write in French unarmed so to speak, no computer, no dictionary, but when I typed it up last night WORD only found two errors. That does not mean there aren’t more.
And my painting: