The theme is sorrowful, BUT the Stranger in the Night awakens our longings – serves us the reminder of the light and thus awakens the dreams inside the viewer. Thus what was the flat surface of the picture becomes the spaceless wonderland – life without the strangers – the sense of being in a hug of love.
The painters paint the canvases, but you do much more – talk with the ageless wisdome and and free your vievers from the pasive viewing by involving into the hearty talk.
Oh Miki, they just keep getting better and better. And the comments generate so much introspection as well. We each see ourselves in your -scapes and go on journeys with our own spirits. I keep seeing Miki and Kev as well, each muse to the other.
A stranger indeed, but not a person. My imagination holds him/her closer to the flat top headed “ET” In spielberg’s fammous movie. It has an amorphous body that ould be anything. The shadows make our imagination run wild. Also, the dark alley with branching streets looks like a woman clamoring to the figure for something.
Coucou Mehdi! Quel plaisir de lire un commentaire en français sur mon blog, je n’en ai pas beaucoup! Oui, Pomme, bien sur, je connais… une grande amie… une grande dame…
Merci pour tes gentils compliments, et reviens ici, quand tu as le temps ou l’occasion. Mais moi aussi je vais aller te voir “chez toi”. Bonne journée!