oil on wood, 8"x12"
I worked on another little painting today. I am not perfectly happy with it yet, so I uploaded the older version instead. The new painting is a continuum of the same idea.
I shall very much agree with those who argue that purpose of art shall not be found in its "conceptual meaning", like declaration of social injustice, gender issues, or yet another cutting edge concept. It is rather like a smell of earth, or listening to the Chopin, or a dawn... a memory...dusk...kiss...sound of a snow...wind...heartbeat...earth and blood... the life.
It's a snapshot. A delicate pattern on the doll is a pattern that intertwines the crumbs of what was once a day in someone's journey through life. The movie about Aztecs is never to be seen again. In fact, it is already long gone. But this image remains with its warm colors as a reminder of a moment that is gradually but steadily sailing away.
ReplyDeleteWonderful piece. I would like more modeling on the figure. Just so that the lighting is more pronounced.
What an insightful and poetic comment! And entirely right on target.
ReplyDeleteLife is, at once, fleeting and fleet. Now is already the past. But those moments in the past live on in the now, through images, stories and the remembrance of them. Almost assuming lives of their own, they can persist and prevail in the future, long after the person who experienced them is gone, in the forms of passed down images, stories and memories.
One might say that art constitutes the collective memory of humankind.
Rufas Thibodeaux,
J'ai été à la pêche hier matin, mais j'ai pas attrapé rien d'autre qu'un rhume.