When I returned home, I didnt attempt
to paint what I had seen on this pilgrimage. I just let it wash
over me for several months. The creative process for me works
in strange and mysterious ways and is most often inspired by
a journey. After some time, I get a persistent thought or sort
of vision of an image to paint. I usually follow this thought
and begin to try to paint what I see in my head. The painting
rarely turns out the same as the inner eye can see.
The waterlily series began in soft tones of
greens and blues and creamy whites, but soon changed to tones
of red and orange and hot pink -- even the lily pads. And as
that happened, the title of the exhibition came to me very clearly
in a flash one morning at 4:00 a.m. It was Evening on the
Lake of Dreams. It shocked me a bit, that title, because
I thought it was too much -- new-agey perhaps. But I decided
to go with it. And as I made that decision, I had the clear idea
to write a myth to accompany the title and the exhibition. Twenty
paintings from this series are in my exhibition at Galerie DAvignon in Montreal, on display
May 2 through 23 2009.
Gallery and myth of
"Evening on the
Lake of Dreams"