The Black Sun
Friends stole a spark from the Sun
to light the subterranean night,
because the eyes of man in dying
search out the Sun; and all breasts
send their last sigh to the light that flies
Ugo Foscolo
The Black Sun is both the luminary and Charon of the
nether world, the realm of transitions and mythology. Life to death
and death to life.
We are drawn towards the Black Sun almost by a gravitational pull
and our souls pass through it as we would through a black hole, emerging
through the white hole to our next incarnation. The Black Sun moves
along its own path quite independent of our will and desires and when
our life path intersects it, we transpire.
This symbol or theme first came to me around 1994. It's beginnings
were prior to that, developing out of my meditation practice and by
noticing that although there are solid surfaces in a tangible sense,
on an energetic level there are none. The seed of the Black Sun paintings
perhaps stem from when I came across the Foscolo poem 'On Tombs' in
1991
'The Black Sun'
Jan 2002 Click for a closer look
Acrylic on Canvas, 1060 x 1420mm
