Holy Saturday
Holy Saturday
This was the beginning of so much. The canvas started as fabric stretched across a frame with a soldier facing horrors - a Remembrance Sunday image, still seen if you look at the back. Not needed for worship any longer, it became a mount for something else. Compelled by a dear friend in 1991, I painted what I felt angry about.
The hand, out-stretched and touching a rainbow of fabric, could not be painted closed in to the body, no matter how much I tried. The sheer process of trying to close it in while it tried to reach the light was hard work indeed. So I gave up and it does what it wanted - touches the rainbow.
The name indicates the time between the death and resurrection of Jesus. Death is known and life is not quite there yet, but there is a hint somewhere. This is my version of that in-between time.
Oil on stretched and tied canvas
1991
77 x 59cm
Original Painting in private collection