The study below was inspired, in part, by my recent birthday as well as by Joan Miró. My mother always used to say, “May you live to be one hundred and twenty.” By her reckoning, I am just past middle age. I don’t feel old and yet, by many standards, I am. I get a bit panicky when I think of myself that way.
Some of the symbolism in today’s watercolor sketch is straightforward, for example the modified figure 8, doubling as an hourglass. The figure at the bottom of the hourglass is a self portrait. One eye is afraid, and the other is still seeking answers to childhood mysteries. (See Planes of Unreality; Michael, My Older Brother.)