My painting of the koi (originally posted on July 14) is coming along. It’s not finished yet, but the fish are beginning to swim to the top. I please myself in the discovery that many of my pictures seem to contain metaphors about painting. (I love the art of painting, and hope that I am and always will be her champion.)
Just as the last layers of paint are the ones that really make the image exist, so the coming of the fish to the surface is like the idea arising into sight. Ideas in art come to us from depths, like images from dreams. But in the act of painting we bring them toward the light and make them visible.