Day 11. Pomegranate Half

After watching the moving 9/11 Memorial Service at the old World Trade Center site, I hesitated posting this Pomegranate Half  painting since it felt a bit frivolous. Upon further reflection and a little research, I changed my mind.

"Pomegranate Half" by Beverly Shipko, Oil on cradled wood panel, 6 x 6 inches

“Pomegranate Half” by Beverly Shipko, Oil on cradled wood panel, 6 x 6 inches

The pomegranate has significant meaning in many world religions, both in the written word and in cultural traditions, relating to its most salient physical property – seeds, and lots of them, as you can see here.

According to Wikipedia and other sources, the ancient Egyptians regarded the pomegranate as a symbol of prosperity and ambition. In Greece, the pomegranate was seen by many as a symbol of life, marriage and rebirth as it pertains to the abduction story of Persephone by Hades, the god of the underworld.

Pomegranates were known in Ancient Israel as the fruits that were brought to Moses to show the fertility of the “promised land”. The pomegranate was the symbol of fertility in ancient Persian culture. Throughout the Christian world, it’s regarded as a symbol of life. Today, the pomegranate is regarded as a fruit with potential health benefits from its nutrients and phytochemicals.

Whatever the context, the pomegranate seems to be a powerful symbol of life, abundance and fertility (sounds a bit like my double yolk eggs.) And for that reason, I believe it’s most appropriate to post this painting on 9/11 to commemorate the lives that have been lost, and the resilience of the living. That point was driven home today as we listened to stories from survivors and family members who have moved on, but who will never forget those who perished. Over and over, they repeated that they hoped their loved ones would be proud of the people they have become, and the lives they are living.

And so today I dedicate this painting to life.

End of Week 1.

I want to take a moment to reflect back on the week’s hard work – which seemed particularly appropriate since we just celebrated Labor Day.

FullSizeRenderOften when I tell people about the Challenge, they ask why? Just recently, a good friend asked why I put myself through this. And if you read about my Day 7 Vending Machine endeavor, you realize the validity of the question.

The next time someone asks, I’ll simply show them this photo and tell them it’s a labor of love.

The Challenge is an opportunity to paint as much as I can, practice a skill that I always want to improve, and experiment with subjects that I wouldn’t ordinarily consider to uncover new directions, which was the case with my double-yolk egg series (Days 1430, and 31).  I’ll talk about the exuberant feeling I often get at the end of the day, a natural high just from the satisfaction of knowing I’ve accomplished the seemingly impossible in a few short hours.

In the last week, I already tried more things than I would have in 2 to 3 months working on larger canvases. The creative juices are flowing again, so much so that I have trouble sleeping with so many new creative ideas running around in my head. I keep pencil and paper near the bed to write everything down so I can sleep with confidence that I won’t lose any good concepts.

I am inspired and feel like I have recaptured the spirit of my own website tagline, “Take a bite out of life”. In the words of Marie Kondo, holding the paint brush sparks joy.

That’s more than enough incentive to eagerly move on to Week 2, and see what surprises are in store as I continue along this path. I hope you’ll join me.