Saturday, April 22, 2006

Which Star is Our Own?
20" x 24"
Mixed Media on Canvas

My home is the Alberta prairies where everything is wide and open. The fields, the plains, the huge sky above. Living near the Rocky Mountains, I remember looking up at the night sky, endless and overwhelming. Romance unfolds under such skies, and holding a loved one in warm arms, it can feel like floating. It was easy to imagine our planet as a little orb hurtling through the cosmos, and I used to pretend I was in the middle of that crowded emptiness, looking back toward us and wondering: which star is our own?


*Dani* said...

Fascinating juxtaposition of parched, arid Earth being soothed by the lapping tide of cool and serene skies.
When I feel overwhelmed by the demands of my life and need my quiet time, I often feel refreshed after reading a small book of poetry and letting Pablo's beautiful images wash over me.
"....And I, infinitesmal being,
drunk with the great starry
likeness, image of
I felt myself a pure part
of the abyss,
I wheeled with the stars,
my heart broke free on the open sky."
Hmm, I think for now I'll just put on my favourite CD and sing along with Josh. "Starry, starry night, paint your palette blue and"

Tara said...

Stunning. As usual. ;o)

Tara (missing those alberta skies sometimes, you know, the ones out in the middle of nowhere, where you can actually gaze at the milky way bursting across the starstrewn night sky)

Aaron Paquette said...


I know. Come visit one of these years...


Again, you say it better than I do.