This is the last (for a while at least) of the pharaoh/pyramid/children of immigrants paintings. It’s another one with the more random dot colors in several areas of the painting where appropriate. I think I’ll stay with this approach.
Some aspects of nature (crystals, for example) are very structured and ordered. Others appear almost random. I’m not going to get into chaos theory here, and of course I’m not attempting to describe these things literally. It’s more like I’m riffing on them.
I’ve been thinking about these pyramid paintings I’ve been turning out lately. Although I grew up in Latin America, and saw my fair share of the pyramids there, these are clearly Egyptian pyramids. So why have I been placing them in landscapes that look more like the southeast USA?
Maybe it’s my subconscious trying to integrate the two sides of my heritage. I think children of immigrants, that is those born in the US of immigrant parents, have a lot of work trying to integrate both cultures, traditions and family styles. My mother was born in Cairo, and immigrated to the US as a teen nearly a hundred years ago, together with one of her sisters. She was a Catholic and a francophone, so that added to my cultural confusion. I learned a bit of French growing up, but not a word of Arabic. My father was born in Virginia of parents from the hills of east Tennessee, with roots going back to protestant Scots-Irish settlers in the mid 18th century.
I never really felt connected with either side, much to my puzzlement. Understandably I guess, I always felt much more connected to Latin American culture, and I feel a bit more Latino than anything else. I guess there’s a little of the Central American Jungle in some of these pictures also.
The pyramids popping up in these landscapes also remind me of the view from the back porch of the house where my parents retired in Charlottesville, Virginia with a beautiful view of the Blue Ridge mountains and Buck mountain in particular, front and center, vaguely pyramidical in shape.
I’ve only recently started to feel some connection to the Egyptian/Middle Eastern heritage when I said out loud something about “my Middle Eastern heritage.” For some reason, that struck me in a way it never had before.
Funny how we sometimes have to work things out symbolically instead of addressing them head on.
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The third in the series of song title inspired paintings, and the second with a Beatles inspired title.
It almost looks kind of musical, doesn’t it?
Of course, I don’t mean to imply that the fool on the hill and any pharaoh might have anything in common, but I guess there might have been a pharaoh or two who fit that description. Law of averages among humans, I suppose.
Any thoughts on further Beatles inspired titles that could be adapted to this series?
Magical Pharaoh Tour (or Pharaoh Mystery Tour perhaps)? Pharaoh Lane? Here Comes the Pharaoh? While My Pharaoh Gently Weeps? Strawberry Pharaohs Forever? Pharaoh’s Lonely Hearts Club Band? Norwegian Pharaoh?
Well, you get the idea. Doesn’t have to be Beatles (the next painting isn’t) but if something strikes your fancy, let me know in the comments.