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Wednesday, March 29, 2017

Evening, The Golden Plyos 1889



In the Summer of 1889, Levitan worked on this painting which is near the riverside town of Plyos. He has sitting above the Volga River on a hillside. Houses and churches go right up to the edge of the water. We're standing in a clearing of tree stumps; some wooded areas still surround the village.

An artist-friend told me recently that for a painting to be great, the colors are not as important as the artist knowing how to create light and shadow. This painting of a summertime afternoon is filled with a wonderful light. There is a mist or fog over the river that is so dense it veils the river's opposite bank.


For all we have,
and yet we remain
cynical,
bitter,
disillusioned.

For all we can do,
and yet we remain
distrustful,
insecure,
apathetic.

For all we have achieved,
and yet we remain
fearful,
bored,
hateful.

Easter Jesus,
lift the fog
that keeps us
from seeing 
fully.

4 comments:

  1. Mist, like a veil creates mystery. We wonder what can be found on the other side.

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  2. Sometimes we rather keep ourselves hidden in the fog that surrounds us. We don't necessarily want our eyes to be opened for reality can be a painful experience. Maybe Levitan is protecting us from what lies beyond.

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  3. When Levitan is down, I can see through his paintings when God lifts the fog for him. The light comes through the darkness, sometimes brighter than other times. Jesus came to save our souls but He allows the devil to stay. Its not easy. I can only hope and try to keep the faith. I am happy you have brought Levitan to us.

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  4. Anton Chekov, Levitan's good friend, said that when Levitan stayed at Plyos he saw the first glimmer of a smile. Not a full smile, but a glimmer of one. The beauty of the place worked on him. The world can be very ugly: war-torn, poisoned, exploited, paved-over, hunted to extinction. We have to hold onto beauty wherever we find it.

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