Sand watch – day 41

 

Sand watch

 

Walt Whitman is one of my few favorite poets. I love him because he is simple and deep in the same time, and also that he has a courage to say the things we don’t even dare to think about.

When I start painting the sand watch, this poem came into my mind. And I felt so small.

“Hast never come to thee an hour,

a sudden gleam divine, precipitating,

bursting all these bubbles, fashions, wealth?

These eager business aims – books, politics, art, amours,

to utter nothingness?”

"Sand watch", acrylic on hardboard (9cm x 13,5cm)
“Sand watch”, acrylic on hardboard (9cm x 13,5cm)