Mr. Eker is not a farmer, not a history prof or even a philosopher...he is a financial wealth motivational speaker. I probably don't embrace his agenda for fattening my bank account but I do think he has a point here about roots. I'll explain.
Lately I've been obsessed with "roots." In every aspect of the word, in every application of the nuance, the symbolism and the literalness...in short, the word just keeps percolating in my tired little brain over and over again. I must have hundreds of photos of roots. Everything I have read, fiction and non, over the past year somehow circles back to a theme involving roots.
What does this mean? I'm not sure. But the obsession has, of course, crept into my painting and I've decided to ride it as far as it takes me. Does anyone really want a painting of roots in their living room? I don't know and for the moment I can't care...I need to paint these fascinating twists and turns and see where they take me. It could be a private project or a fabulous show...no idea.
These magnificent formations all become anthropomorphic as I paint them. They are also an excellent exercise in transforming a 2D surface into a 3D visual, it takes a certain skill to make those limbs come out at the viewer or dive back into the ground.
Even my sketches relate to the idea that roots have something to tell us...uptight, snarled root balls don't survive, meandering, exploring ones that graft onto others thrive. hmmm.
In the midst of hardened places you often find hope, there is a lone fern (to be) nestled amongst these (work in progress) roots. And, and....
And who knows where this will lead or if next week it all comes to a screaching halt. So bear with me as I dig beneath the surface and see what needs attention. Or share with me and perhaps I'll discover just why this is grabbing me so. As always,
Cindy firstname.lastname@example.org p.s. all of the above illustrations are still on the easel, works-in-progress!