This painting was painted mainly, but not solely, from imagination, the unconscious. It is an expression of the feelings that surged during the first lockdown - the surreal state the world was thrown into of isolation, fear and bewilderment.
The "reflection" of the face in the sky, is, I feel, symbolic of the many lives lost during the pandemic and hopefully, they are now at peace. I started with a still life set up of a Beethoven cast ensconced in a black cloth. The cloth took on its own form of landscape as did the rest - it becomes a painting from the mind's eye.
It may be argued that this painting is not figurative, it is not pure abstract though either. Where does the line between figurative and abstraction lie? Where does the line lie between real and "unreal"? it is an area I am increasingly intrigued to explore.
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