Sunday, July 11, 2010

"Like a New Emotion"



"Sailor Sam" by S'zanne Reynolds,
16x12" oil

This guy sat for me for about 4 hours. His portrait went home with a friend last week after a dinner party who fell in love with his eyes...she said they followed her everywhere. She confirmed she still thought he was just as dreamy the night after. Good thing!

Songwriters explore their emotions all the time. They show us their pain and they share their joy...which in turn shows us the pains and joys we all have in common. Artists can often do the same...or we can hide behind our easels and pretend everything is OK, and just reflect what's going on around us. Or can we? Maybe what's going on inside, really shows through anyway...in spite of ourselves! Maybe in order to create, we have to have a relationship with our feelings outside of ourselves.

So what do you see in his eyes? dreams? pain? joy? suffering? sensuality? or something else?

One of my favorite songs sung by Annie Lennox speaks of this to me...the memories and emotions that we carry around in our stilled presence, like a freeze framed portrait of our memories:

"Here comes the rain again
Falling on my head like a memory
Falling on my head like a new emotion
I want to walk in the open wind
I want to talk like lovers do
I want to dive into your ocean
Is it raining with you

So baby talk to me
Like lovers do
Walk with me
Like lovers do
Talk to me
Like lovers do

Here comes the rain again
Raining in my head like a tragedy
Tearing me apart like a new emotion
Oooooh
I want to breathe in the open wind
I want to kiss like lovers do
I want to dive into your ocean
Is it raining with you

So baby talk to me
Like lovers do

Here comes the rain again
Falling on my head like a memory
Falling on my head like a new emotion
(Here it comes again, here it comes
again)
I want to walk in the open wind
I want to talk like lovers do
I want dive into your ocean
Is it raining with you"

by the Eurythmics

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I like your sailor...there is a saying, the eyes are the mirror off the soul. In the north of Holland there a lot of men like this.
Greetings from, klaas & inge