Title: Xanadu.
Year: December 2002.
Materials: Acrylic on Canson carton.
Behind the Brush: Winter of 2002, I was in Bher Saf. Our rented house was next to a small orchid. It was a bleak week. Snow was nonstop. I was alone, with my books and other tools for entertainment.
Xanadu is a fictional name of a place mentioned in Coleridge’s famous poem: Kubla Khan. I was reading the poem from a giant Anthology Book.
Again, snow drifting, mountains high, a shivering cat, a giant poetry book, some frozen clothes on a washing-thread, snow drifting, warmth inside, the silent and tranquil atmosphere, the forever working figure with his sleeves uplifted although snow was drifting … all shared to draw a mystical mood of keenness, fantasy, and expectancy.
I have to note that this is not a completed painting. The idea extends to further details, but I deemed it best to stop at this stage.
2 comments:
Looking at this painting was an exercise of concentration for me. After reading the exlanation, I was able to understand some of the elements in it. I had a feeling that the different elements were thrown in but they needed a little more "stitching" or a way to form a continuity! But the colors are well chosen. Like the artist said, it's not a finished painting, so that's why I seem not to dive in comfortably. But the others seem to promise more... But that's for other comments ;-)
I beleive that everything starts as personal and ends as common. When anyone decides to paint/write/compose something, with his intention, there is a latent invitation for others to share him/her this moment .. this chosen moment that could translate Time.
My poor painting is nothing of that sort. :-) ..
It is a little story stuffed together , because they were fated to be stuffed together.
The meaning could be very personal, but very relative, as well.
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Thank you for your opinion.
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