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The Y
Painting and Story by Lehan Winifred Ramsay
Lehan saw Roo in the paddock, went up for some advice.
I close my eyes, she said, and I see this Y. Here, I painted it. Now I can’t stop thinking. Why, why, why.
You missed the L, said Roo.
L? said Lehan.
Not Why, said Roo. While.
Window Dresser's Arms, Pig & Whistle 
Lehan, I’m glad that you’re at least feeling up to posting something; I’d have commented on this earlier, when I first saw it, but couldn’t think of anything to say; I don’t know ‘Y’!
I do hope you’re feeling a bit better, however, and are settling into your new home here in Oz… BTW, what part of this ‘wide brown land’ are you in, approximately, anyway?
🙂
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I am reminded of the meaning of the Australian aboriginal paintings that are maps and symbolic of the relation of land and water and to the journey.
I am reminded of illusions and for me there is a faceless person side on, with a long neck and a strand of hair or streak of sand that at its base has grains of sand or tears stuck to the face. The application of the yellow paint is so richly protective of the thin neck of the ‘Y’. I love this. Thank you for the story, too, Lehan. That is so lovely.
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Y – the coming together of two lines.
Integration.
Balance and contrast and the
Curiosity of the confluence.
Direction and colour.
Thank you.
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Lehan, very Zen, very beautiful, the painting and the mini story.
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