Tramontana And Other Winds
I'm still inspired by the Adriatic, its islands and blue water. After the painters from previous post left, some of us stayed on Rab for a couple of more days, in my case only two. I painted another abstract calligraphic wind. Actually, it didn't have a title or specific content at the time. I used to be inspired by words and texts, but I'm not anymore. I just let ideas flow, they don't have to mean anything. The meaning usually arrives latter. Tramontana was one of those nameless paintings, painted almost out of nothing. If I thought about anything, it was playing with glazes in the background. I used to invent elaborate titles to my paintings, they usually spoke to me alone and were connected to the text which inspired me to paint in the first place. Not anymore. I don't think about titles. While painting Tramontana, I sat with J under the trees from the previous post. She said the painting looked like wind, like tramontana leaving silvery trails. Tramon