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28 Jan. 2012

finally I approach the isle of prospero:

The isle is full of noises,
Sounds, and sweet airs, that give delight and hurt not.
Sometimes a thousand twangling instruments 
Will hum about mine ears, and sometime voices
 That, if I then had waked after long sleep
Will make me sleep again

Prospero:
Our revels now are ended.

….as an analogy: if my presence was the universe....then being a painter is the sun around which planets revolve....drawn into orbit these planets would be clowns...poets...novelists....actors.... all the other guises that I would have wanted to be...had not painting dominated my existence....

 
    ….usually my ideas for paintings come to me as crystalline visual offerings.... but once my brush touches paint a murkiness descends upon these emerging images... I am no longer certain of my theme... all that matters is to find a rhythm for my human forms.... sometimes this uncertainty persists for months or even years... and then one working day ...like a fog lifting.... my composition reveals its meaning.

Welcome to the new, revised The Art of Donald Langosy!