"A house’s windows yearn for the sun."
The window faces east. It is dark. I sit and wait. The white is black. I cannot see, but I feel the air is cold. At the faintest glow, I pull in closer. I sense the edges curling in, make out the horizon of the space before me. The handle of the brush warms my hand. The liquid steams, hot in its cup. I pour the tea. I hear it as it hits the paper and I begin.
As a ritual to prepare for my thesis investigation, I spent a good portion of the winter, for one entire synodic cycle, recording the emotive feeling of waking pre-dawn before the sun rose through a series of meditative paintings made in the dark.
RISD 2012 // professor David Gersten