Where there is no time, things come to a ‘standstill’, all information is simultaneously presented, it does not change over time. It is a realm beyond human imagination, but it may be glimpsed in a painting, particularly because a still image presents all its information at once; also, an artwork manifests the world of the inner soul, spirit, mind and God. Contemplating a painting means to pluck it out of time and space, and relation to all other objects. Schopenhauer suggests that it is to forget the why, the when and the whither, and retain only the what, and to stay only within perception. And then time comes to a standstill, what TS Eliot refers to as a ’still point’. It is a strange place where all contradiction is reconciled. It is like a rainbow that rests within the innumerable drops of a waterfall; it is like a sunbeam that pierces the fury of a restless storm.

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Paintings can hold many meanings, and one of the narratives that come to my mind is from Dante’s Divine comedy, where Dante and Virgil need to pass through a wall of fire that surrounds Paradise. The abstract forms in the background of the painting evoke, for me, the idea of a spiritual wall of fire, and I think, makes awesome imagery for this part of Dante’s classic work. I had great fun making this animation, and the soundtrack to go with it.

One day I went for a walk on the mountain of speculation and metaphor, and this is what I saw. There is a point beyond my senses, a ‘mouth’ of creation, as it were, that falls out of time and space. And from it proceeds the things that are knit into my reality. At that point, that unseen point, all my thought proceeds, and the matter of my universe. And with my thought ensues my mind. How do my thoughts come about? How is my mind created? I wondered. In these paintings, the two figures journey on, into their futures, their contingent ephemeral futures, being knit or spoken into reality, into their minds, and into time and space, at their unseen mouths of creation. God contains all the possibilities, even the evil ones, He thought them all already, nothing is conceivable or possible, no thought can travel through the mind, unless He has thought it already. (Always already). Each unseen mouth can speak or knit different possibilities into reality. Then my mouth, my mind, my future, my reality, is a medium for God’s possibilities. I fear missing, or missing out on, some thought for my mind, or some possibility for my future, for the Lord will not force the unwilling.