By the rives...

Art & music often connects. Music is sometimes an inspiration to art and creativity awakes when you listen to music when you paint.

Oil, acrylic & oil chalk on canvas "By the rivers of Babylon". 100x90 cm. (39,37 x 35,43 Inches).

MELANCHOLY

I felt a deep sence of melancholy during the autumn, but it was an inspirational kind of melancholy (I know it sounds contradictory), that inspired me paint this painting. During the prosess I started to sing an old song that was a disco hit by Boney M when I was younger. When I was seaching for the words in the song I knew it was about Zion, the melancholy I felt was becouse I feel ”home-sick” missing Zion. Sweden is incredibly beautiful, and I am grateful to live here. but Zion is my true home.

By the rivers of babylon...

So I painted or... more like "pouring out" the feeling when I listen to the music:

"By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down

Yeah, we wept, when we remembered Zion

By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down

Yeah, we wept, when we remembered Zion

There the wicked

Carried us away in captivity

Required from us a song

Now how shall we sing the Lord's song in a strange land?

There the wicked

Carried us away in captivity

Requiring of us a song

Now how shall we sing the Lord's song in a strange land?

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Let the words of our mouth and the meditation of our heart

Be acceptable in thy sight here tonight


Let the words of our mouth and the meditation of our hearts

Be acceptable in thy sight here tonight

By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down

Yeah, we wept, when we remembered Zion


By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat…"

Golden Harps hanging in the tree... Leavs like tears floating on the river... Drifting and longing to return... To sing songs of joy

HISTORY

Rivers of Babylon is originally a rocksteady song (written by Brent Dowe and Trevor McNaughton with the Jamaican vocalist trio The Melodians). The song based on Psalm 137 and Psalm 19:14, see below.

Psalm 137:1-6

By the rivers of Babylon, there we sat down and wept when we remembered Zion. We hung our harps upon the poplars. For there our captors made us sing and our tormentors made us entertain, saying, “Sing us one of the songs of Zion.” How shall we sing the song of the Lord in a foreign land?

If I forget you, O Jerusalem,

let my right hand forget its skill.

If I do not remember you,

let my tongue stick to the roof of my mouth,

if I do not have Jerusalem

as my highest joy.


Psalm 19:14

Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart, be acceptable in thy sight, O Lord, my strenght, and my redeemer.


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