SHINING IN THE DISTANCE
by Rainer Maria Rilke
Already my gaze is upon the hill, the sunlit one.
The way to it, barely begun, lies ahead.
So we are grasped by what we have not grasped,
full of promise, shining in the distance.
It changes us, even if we do not reach it,
into something we barely sense, but are;
a movement beckons, answering our movement . . .
But we just feel the wind against us.
It is getting harder for me to keep up with the weekly posts, but I’m moving forward even if I’m not thrilled sharing this week’s works — they were painful for me to create because I am unable to capture the essence of this landscape. I am grasping for something that I am not able to describe in words or in image. This new set of work is strangely similar to paintings I created many years ago that I ended up painting over because I didn’t like how they turned out. I think this imagery is forever etched into my memory.
Though I’m working with the same theme based on the Coyote Hills, I’m moving on to a new poem that I hope will lead me in a new direction for next week. I am a big fan of Rilke and this poem captures how I feel about striving for something I have not yet grasped in my artwork – even if I do not reach it, I am changed by trying.