The Mind’s Eye — Where Words Can’t Reach
2021

Abyss, oil on panel, 48x72" 2020 (sold)

Earth and Sky, oil on canvas, 48 x 72” 2022

Song Of The Birches, oil on birch panel (diptych), 40x80" 2021

Self-Portrait as La Gioconda Holding The Weight of History, oil on panel, 24x18" 2021
Other works under this category:

Protected Within The Prisms of Her Mind (Her Ancestors Were In The Water), oil on linen, 24x36" 2019

Awakening In The Depths, oil on linen, 30x24" 2019

Treading In TimeSpace, oil on canvas, 48x36", 2017

Maeve Transcending The Past, oil on linen, 30x24", 2018 (sold)

Waxing Gibbous Over Calm Waters, oil on panel, 10x8", 2019 (sold)
The Mind’s Eye - Beyond Words
These are recent works that are still coming to fruition. They hover beyond the fathomable; in the outer reaches of mind beyond and outside of words. And yet there can be words that help to formulate their origins. In poetry, like painting, one can attempt an explanation of that which does not easily cross the boundary between experience and explanation. Perhaps through art there can exist a bridge. A link to something lost yet hovering just there; the thing unsaid that is still blossoming along the periphery. Perhaps it grows more vivid with every attempt at failed description. Here there is more to articulate and more to be said. More paintings are being born and crafted.
Song of the Birches
The birches sang of longing
As the way I held to the path
grew false, intangible
In its dreamlike coating
Time became corrupted
the pace of my steps
wove the pathway outward
Into certainty
When I left the forest
I kept only the eyes watching
And the song I sang back
As reality was strung more vivid,
More fantastic
A seasonless winter
In the webbing of mind
The birches sang of longing
As the way I held to the path
grew false, intangible
In its dreamlike coating
Time became corrupted
the pace of my steps
wove the pathway outward
Into certainty
When I left the forest
I kept only the eyes watching
And the song I sang back
As reality was strung more vivid,
More fantastic
A seasonless winter
In the webbing of mind
How I Remember It
The forest pulled inward
To funnel my senses
Across parallel experiences
Into a column of attention
It held me entranced
A vortex of heightened perception
To stand witness
As time became corrupted, trivial
My previous life awash
With a false overlay
As the way I held to the path
Grew intangible
And the pace of my steps
Wove a new future outward
Into unyielding certainty
A voice, blue as open sky
Not a whisper,
Nor command, but a well spring
The future is known
Held there
In the reaching tapestry
In the peeling bark
In the ancient moss
I am not watched nor watching
I participate
In my stillness
Every sense equal
I walk away
I walk toward
I walk back
Home
The forest pulled inward
To funnel my senses
Across parallel experiences
Into a column of attention
It held me entranced
A vortex of heightened perception
To stand witness
As time became corrupted, trivial
My previous life awash
With a false overlay
As the way I held to the path
Grew intangible
And the pace of my steps
Wove a new future outward
Into unyielding certainty
A voice, blue as open sky
Not a whisper,
Nor command, but a well spring
The future is known
Held there
In the reaching tapestry
In the peeling bark
In the ancient moss
I am not watched nor watching
I participate
In my stillness
Every sense equal
I walk away
I walk toward
I walk back
Home
The studio of Katelyn Alain is in Brooklyn, NY. To inquire about available works, schedule a gallery / museum exhibition, visiting artist lecture, interview, or to plan a studio visit
email: katelynalain at gmail dot com
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