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Recognize, before you begin reading this, that I’m a novice at art appreciation / interpretation. I’m winging it here, though I’m not sure that’s such a bad way to approach it. I’m also falling back on my lit. crit. background, so that may be where some of this is going.
I’m looking at this and my first response is to be a little confused. The colors scream anger and motion and intensity, but the look on the face is, at least to MY seeing, wary and aprehensive. It almost looks to me as though the background is radiating out from the figure, almost aura-like, though the impression I get from the figure isn’t one of overt hostility or rage.
Now that I think of it, though, I may have to change my assessment. I teach yoga classes and lead my groups through a relaxation at the end of each session. I ask them to picture a little ball of light, tucked just behind their breastbone, and lead them through bringing it up into the space above them and really SEEING it, then re-absorbing it into themselves. Most often, my ball of light is EXACTLY the colors over your left shoulder – a fireball sort of color with reds and oranges and yellows. I am not an angry or aggressive person, though, and I was often confused by those colors – I would have pegged me for a greens of spring kind of gal. Perhaps the typical qualities we assign to those colors aren’t really what they represent to our souls?
Thanks for this! I needed a little intellectual stimulation. When comments are exhausted, I’d love to know what YOU think of this piece…
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