Deep purple, painted in graceful, soft lines that swirl down the page. Light purple uneven dots and dashes move in between the soft airy lines. The purples join the blues at the top of the page. Then soft, deep, contoured blue lines move gently down toward the deep purple. Parallel uneven blue dots and dashes slide in between soft blue lines.
We hold the painting at different angles, my teach and I. We explore the possibilities, the concepts represented.
The lines are paths – sometimes deep and full of underbrush; we need a lot of energy to navigate those paths. Sometimes we get stuck in the fallen branches, or have to climb over large rocks. Other paths are shallow and light. We traverse those paths easily.
And sometimes we come to a respite with a calm cool lake full of blue-purple waters. The walking path is clear, surrounded by tall pungent smelling pine. We walk in circles, enjoying the view and relaxing.
When we’re ready, we choose the next path.
Is it the easy, light blue one? Or the thick purple road?
“Two roads diverged in a wood, and I –
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference!” (from “The Road Not Taken”, Robert Frost; see my first blog post)
Yes – I took the thick purple path…the one less traveled by.
May these words be a merit for the elevation of my father, Yoel Meir ben Simcha.