Awakening

19 Awakening

This poem was written on a day exactly like that depicted in this painting.
I was sitting on the pier in the damp, in the gloom, in the mist when suddenly I felt a lightness of spirit which was nothing to do with my surroundings. Then it started to rain.
So the poem was written in the Battery Parade cafe where I went to get out of the rain, to have a mug of hot milky coffee and likely a bacon and egg sandwich.

David

Awakening

I sometimes wonder why and where you go,
or is it me who is the one to leave,
for when I look I always find you there.

Why does it take so long for me to see
that you won’t help unless I ask you to,
And when I look I always find you there.

I’ve struggled this time, that’s for bloody sure
and reached a point that’s way and far too low.
But when I’d given in then there you were.

I have to say I put the ground work in,
and then you came, amidst the pouring rain.
I wasn’t looking, but that’s where you were.

You caught me by surprise, walking on the pier.
And now there’s work that really must be done.
For when I looked, it’s true that you were there.

Availability of Paintings

I do my paintings using Brushes App. They are done on my iPad. That means the original image is on a computer rather than on paper or canvas.

I print them off on a good quality printer to good quality paper (or canvas). I then have them mounted and framed and hang them on my wall.

I have chosen, almost from the beginning, to display them on the web as photos of the paintings. To put the computer image up would be tantamount to giving my art away and that does not seem right somehow.

I could sell framed copies (I have sold some) but to be honest I have no motivation to put in the effort and energy which doing that requires. I would much rather use that effort and energy in making more paintings.

I have also had requests from people who would like particular paintings on their own walls and I have invariably allowed them to use the computer image to print them off.

So, pondering all that, I have decided that the way forward will be  –

1. I will continue to display on the web using photos of paintings.

2. If you would like a copy for your wall then email me and I will send you a computer image.

3. If you do print it off and hang it on your wall then I ask two things –

A. You take a photo and email it to me. That would be nice for me.

and

B. You make a donation to a charity of your choice. I have no desire to know the amount (none of my business) But it would be nice to know which charity.

So that is the deal

David

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22 Responses to “Awakening”

  1. beautiful painting and poem , David. I love the mystique of your poem.
    groetjes, Francina

  2. This looks good David!

    I can see why you chose to write it rather than print. As I said to you, asthetically it looks much better. But for me? well, you know me and my eyes!

    And as for the poem, I have always loved it. I do find it fascinating how your poems are now appeari g on your paintings when they were written well before your new creative path, yet here they are forming perfect partnerships!:)

    I think it was Gabrielle (you know who I mean) who I renember used to say often, “Don’t look for God, he’s not lost”.

    Love you liads

    Christine

    Xxx

    • Thank you Christine,

      I decided that writing it was more in the spirit of what I am trying to do – after all if I was using paper I would have to do it that way!! 🙂

      It is fascinating also that this painting was made without the poem in mind and yet at the mere suggestion that a poem might fit, this one sprang instantly to my mind. Thank you 🙂

      And I love that quote. I can just imagine her saying it 🙂

      Love you loads

      David
      xxx

  3. Typos! Sorry, tired 🙂 xxx

  4. A deep, mysterious & sometimes melancholy poem, David. I can just imagine walking or sitting around Whitby on a day like this (:

  5. Two forms become one is this wonderful example of creativity.
    The poem is a powerful one. It tugs at the edges of the subconscious.
    The painting lends itself to the contemplation of the words.
    David I do like this, very much.
    Take care
    Tricia.

  6. Your post couldn’t have come at a better time, my friend David. I have enjoyed all of your paintings, but this one just climbed write into my heart and made a little space for itself. In your honor, I will make a donation to Defenders of Wildlife, and I have a spot of honor for this painting/poem combination. Thank you so much for making this lovely work of art available to me. Much love.

    • Judith,

      Thank you so much for this moving and hearfelt response.
      I am touched and delighted that it should mean so much to you.

      I will email you the original computer image as it is better seen that way than as it is in a photograph.

      Much love to you

      David

  7. Lovely words and painting, as always,
    xxx

  8. good to see you’re combining the mediums. not a lot of time to read and critique anymore …. sorry on that. but i shared one of your poems on FB, hope your ok w/it.

  9. you’re ………. boy they really scrambled my noodle this time at the hospital. got any good shrinks in ireland?

  10. hey,
    just came over and saw your “Availability of Paintings” – think it is really wonderful.
    Just wanted to let you know.

  11. David, this one is somewhat of a beautiful puzzle. It starts out easily enough:
    I sometimes wonder why and where you go,
    or is it me who is the one to leave,
    for when I look I always find you there.
    The experience is not uncommon. You look up and your wife, or other close person, is there in the room even though you had not noticed before that moment. You wonder, boy, is that me not being aware? Or is she always there?
    The next stanza continues the first with a question:
    Why does it take so long for me to see
    that you won’t help unless I ask you to,
    And when I look I always find you there.
    That sounds more like a wife and the husband, the husband never remembering to help with the chores, or anything else, without being asked. Again, awareness… being present enough to remember to ask, looking so that you see what is obvious. Are you always there? Am I missing something?
    Then the melancholy and the counterpoint:
    I’ve struggled this time, that’s for bloody sure
    and reached a point that’s way and far too low.
    But when I’d given in then there you were.
    The point is that when all seems lost, the love of your life is always there. You may not have noticed properly all this time, but there they are! When you are at your lowest point.
    Then the physical description of a moment:
    I have to say I put the ground work in,
    and then you came, amidst the pouring rain.
    I wasn’t looking, but that’s where you were.
    The “put the ground work in” seems to say that you had prepared yourself inside yourself for changing your melancholy, but then, amidst the pouring rain, a metaphor for depression and misery, your love was there. You weren’t looking, but there they were.
    Then the ending:
    You caught me by surprise, walking on the pier.
    And now there’s work that really must be done.
    For when I looked, it’s true that you were there.
    Here is where the awakening comes in, where you realize that there is work to be done between you and your love. “For when I looked, it’s true that you were there.”
    I guess I see this as a love poem, David, although I did not see this at first. A tribute to the person who is always there, too often unnoticed. In the end the poet awakes and realizes maybe they ought to be more aware of the importance of that person in their life. It is in that awakening that their melancholy truly begins to end.
    A wonderful, moody painting. A challenging, great poem.

    • What a wonderful comment.
      Thank you Tom.

      I guess in a way it is a love poem.
      Although in my mind it was God I was talking to.
      But, reading your analysis, I can see how it works with a particular person.
      We do tend to take for granted both the people who love us and God I think and from time to time we need to be reminded that they are there – a constant in our life.

      The greyness of the day and the pouring rain are certainly metaphors for the depression and the misery.
      And when we are reminded of their presence in our lives we do well to recognise that we need to do the work.

      My very best to you my friend.
      I hope you are well

      David

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