Conversation in Taormina
2019. Acrylic and charcoal on canvas. 18 x 18 in.
It was a lifetime ago that I was in Taormina, ancient city of the Greeks high above the Ionian Sea, in the shadow of Mt. Etna. Did I have a conversation there? I’m sure I did, as I was traveling with a companion of a lifetime with whom conversation has only ever been interrupted, never ceased. While working on this piece the title formed itself in my mind, and so it was. Conversation in Taormina.
I ruminated literally months over whether to add a sort of warm rose patch to the upper left, which I think would have been a becoming option, but in the final analysis it would not have fit this title. That rose. Too pretty. Too rococo. It would not have fit in that conversation.
So here it stopped. With the gold shapes and Ionian blue dreams recovered from antiquity and the smeary charcoal lines swinging like jazz.
I wish a happy birthday to my companion from Taormina. May the art of our conversation never be done.