On Life and Being
On Life and Being One day after visiting my mother at the hospice I arrived home and painted the above. It poured out of me very quickly. She is painted in that in-between place that will come to all of us. Even though mam was 84 I painted her young and, pregnant. She is at the same time shown old floating between life and no life. Her life and being vanishing in time to natures beat. The Man Made of Rain by Brendan Kennelly Between living and dying is the calmest place I’ve ever been. He stood opposite me and smiled. I smiled too, I think because this was the first time I’d seen a man made of rain though once or twice my heart was chilled by men of ice. The rain poured through him, through his eyes, face, neck, shoulders, chest, all his body but no rain reached the ground, it ended at his skin. He looked at … Continue reading →