Ron Dowd
August Field
Coloured pencil and ink on paper, 16 x 16 cm (approx)
Opening Krishnamurti’s Notebook, after photographing this piece, I chanced upon the following passage:
It was an evening of light pink and dark clouds. The moment one stepped out of the house, talking with another of quite different things, that otherness, that unknowable, was there. It was so unexpected, for one was in the midst of a serious conversation and it was there with great urgency. All talk came to an end, very easily and naturally, The other did not notice the change in the quality of the atmosphere and went on saying something which needed no reply. We walked that whole mile almost without a word and we walked with it, under it, in it. It is wholly the unknown, though it comes and goes… (Krishnamurti, Krishnamurti’s Notebook, p185.)
