Ancient Color Boxes

I spent the day making this collage. It feels overworked but I could not keep from adding elements. I had in mind autumn and where it finds me.

I found this poem by Rainer Maria Rilke that I found synchronistic.

"We don't dare to do paintings of you as we want to:
you are the early dawn, from whom the whole morning rose.
We haul out of the ancient color boxes
the same strokes and the same brilliant light
with which the Great Saint kept you secret.




We construct paintings all around you like walls,
so that thousands of walls are standing around you now.
Our pious hands lay a cover over you
whenever we feel that you are open toward us."

And yet we keep trying to reach the core, the heart of the matter: to shape the love that we feel into a honest expression, a good day's work.