Deep Calls to Deep
- Oil on Canvas, impasto, palette knife, textured, abstract expressionism
- W: 1500mm x H: 1200mm x D: 44mm
- W: 59" x H: 47" x D: 2"
About "Deep Calls to Deep "Deep calls unto deep.
IN the grandeur of Nature there are amazing harmonies. When the storm agitates the ocean below,
the heavens above hear the tumult, and answer to the clamor; down comes a deluge of sonorous hail or
swift-descending rain, attended with peals of thunder, and flashes of flame. Frequently the waterspout,
of which David speaks in the next sentence, evidences the sympathy of the two great waters above, and
beneath the firmament; the great deep above stretches out its hands to the great deep below, and in voice
of thunder their old relationship is recognized; it is almost as if the twin seas remembered how once they
lay together in the same cradle of confusion till the decree of the Eternal appointed each his bounds and
Deep calls unto deep one splendor of Creation holds fellowship with another. Amazed and
overwhelmed by the spectacle of some tremendous tempest upon land, you have yet been able to observe
how the clouds appear to be emptying themselves each into each, and the successive volleys of
Heaven's artillery are answered by rival clamors, the whole chorus of sublimities lifting up their voices!
It has seemed to me that a strange wild joy was moving all the elements, and that the angels of wind and
tempest were clapping their awful hands in glorious glee. Among the Alps, in the day of tempest, the
solemnly silent peaks break through their sacred quiet, and speak to each other in that dread language
which is echoing the voice of God
From peak to peak the rattling crags among,
Leaps the live thunder!
Not from one lone cloud,
But every mountain now has found a tongue,
And Jura answers, through her misty shroud,
Back to the joyous Alps, who call to her aloud.