In one of his poems, Paul Verlaine (1844-1896) wrote: “It rains in my heart / As it rains in the town….” The poem was not on my mind when I created this image. Only later, on reflection, a woman walking alone in the rain on a deserted street, perhaps on her way to a cinema on a windy corner, represents the emotion of rain inside of us and outside of us I was intuitively trying to suggest.
People often ask where my images come from. I may reply, “Intuition,” or “Imagination,” but the truth is, I don’t know. A stranger truth: I’m content not to know.
Foreboding…….surreal…. knowing where this is and isn’t.
Pure JMK!
Hahah! An excellent thought, right to the heart of the matter. Pure Richard! Thank you.
I spent most of my youth on this street in this very place… as usual, maestro, you’ve captured and exceedingly exemplified the hauntingly beautiful mood in this piece so magnificently, words pale in comparison to describe the otherworldly divine gift you have to channel such depth of emotional atmosphere and deep feeling in yet another marvelous piece.
Dearest Samantha, I’m really happy that the painting touches you so deeply! When I get thoughts like yours I think, Yes, this is why I paint such images.
Love to you, dear friend.