A photo of a serene, gilded Buddha is sitting atop my desk this morning. He is the inspiration for my next art-piece (a large 4 foot by 4 foot canvas). This morning, Buddha seems to be presenting me with a challenge. “Find my divine proportions and seek serenity as you paint my golden face,” he muses through closed eyelids. So here I sit, with a burgeoning pensivity, imagining how I will do justice to an archetypal image that has been floating about like a unfolding Lotus in a reflecting pool of religious symbolism and humanity for thousands of years. Should I gild Buddha’s perfectly sculpted nose after I have layered the painted basecoat? Would Buddha appreciate a backdrop of flowers? Will Buddha appreciate being auctioned at a charity art event once his image has been fashioned? I have a keen sense of my responsibilities here (for good reason). I’m sure that Buddha trusts my pending jurisprudence.
“Listen to your inner Buddha PM…”
Excuse me, but I need to meditate for a while…