I believe there is poetry in repetition.
There is poetry in repetition.
Poetry in repetition.
Taking one of my three models, again!
Must have painted it a hundred times by now. But when I start painting it’s always a new experience. Feels different, looks different, different light, different color.
Maybe it’s the fact that my model becomes more and more familiar with me. A closer friend sometimes: Ah, yes, I like this part of it most, the „chocolate“-side.
And then a whole new discovery: did I ever try to turn it this way? See how it bends at this particular point…
It is possible to repeat action. But it’s not possible to feel exactly the same thing twice.
thanks for your comment on my blog
Is the saying from Heraclitus „you cannot step twice into the same river“ too much of a commonplace to mention? (If it is, forget i mentioned it.)
Thank you very much for the Heraclitus quotation! You can dip twice into the same color…but you will not experience the same?