Artist Statement
for
jansson
many years have passed dealing with form and now slowly and happily entering the formless.My site will eventually show the progression.
The works are organized from the most recent at the top, progressing to earliest at the end.
I still have form as foremost, don't seem to be able to leave it yet.
I'm the administrator for the group (deleted), and I'd love you to add this picture to the group. (accepted)
Best holidays wishes!;-)
BEAUTIFUL!!!
Lovely,moody atmophere!5*****
Somehow stiff or lacking the flow. I have learnt now to leave it and come back much later and if it still bothers me, attack it.
Great expression in your Artwork
I never went back to it for touch ups.
Sometimes the flow takes over and results speak for themselves. With these spontaneous out flows I can not say I had that much to do with anything.
Grace Morai
Beautifully done!
Joe
Well I've had dreams enough for one
And I've got love enough for three
I have my hopes to comfort me
I got my new horizons out to sea
But I'm never going to lose your precious gift
It will always be that way
Cos I know I'm going to find my own peace of mind
Someday...
Where is this place that we have found
Nobody knows where we are bound
I long to hear, I need to see
Cos I've shed tears too many for me
But I'm never going to lose your precious gift
It will always be that way
Cos I know I'm going to find my own peace of mind
Someday...
On the wind soaring free
Spread your wings
I'm beginning to see
Out of mind far from view
Beyond the reach of a nightmare come true
Well I've had dreams enough for one
And I got love enough for three
I have my hopes to comfort me
I got my new horizons out to sea
But I'm never going to lose your precious gift
It will always be that way
Cos I know I'm going to find my own peace of mind
Someday...
Someway...
I am surprised by the amount of comments on this picture...
Suddenly interrupted in the morning light
Fearless when losing what life is about
Gaining strength and renewing insight.
Softly hurling toward the pearly gates,
Hidden faces pass by zooming planes
Taking along the wishes of fates
Formed while strolling through misty lanes.
Reaching nirvana enfolding new
Creating mystic images of hidden dreams
Realized by merely a few
Is life really what it seems?