After the sun goes down, the lights come on in the trees, the leaves move slightly in the wind. All is quiet. Hushed. The skeletons and formless figures begin their midnight walk. Fleshless beings cavort through the nighttime hours. Stay inside, let them have their fun.
Happy day 2 of my Halloween slide show…Join me as I photograph the spooky fare in Ballard…the haunted seaport of Seattle.
(Something must be surrendered)
It is difficult to explain the position of the artist’s right hand,
the mannered spread of the slender fingers of her left hand
marks a place in an open book.
The female figure in the sculpture also has a certain sphinx like
quality, the split ego of the solitary narcisstic individual.
Facing each other in a deliberately archaic manner,
the three reluctant heroes evaluate the situation.
Their gaze is focused in an expression of playful, yet slightly anxious
anticipation, in the search for an explanation of her terrible fate:
The bloom of youth
The Road Back, The Ordinary World-
his comparison of the fall of hair with running water.
Will he choose in accordance with his old, flawed ways?
The year 1886, the first of these climactic phases,
dominated the entire familty with her ‘often cruel influence’
(which she must have found increasingly upsetting).
.
While the Face, marked by Age
returns swiftly to the throne room, laying the broom before the ferocious floating Head.
The human half of a female centaur is seen struggling to break free of her lower, animal self,
while
she is commiting murder and suicide in effigy.
(Something must be given back)
The much smaller torso of Venus appears to nestle up to the Head,
emerging from the cloud of marble.
The victim of a misfortune,
or of an understandable error of judgment.
Sympathetic,
reflecting the choice of the new person she has become.
Strengh is needed for the return to the upper world.
INSPIRED BY:
Auguste Rodin and Camille Claudel
The Writer’s Journey
The Art of the Portrait
CELLOPHANE 