Three figures, one kneels as though she’s praying or shy or depressed – or reading? Perhaps she is holding a book. We move into a starker contrast from left to right, in the reading direction. A witch’s familiar sits on the far right of the picture – a raven looking into her featureless face. She looks as though she holds a blade, ready to disembowel it.
Behind, what is there? Leaf veins? Tree branches? A world of wires and the inhuman world of electronic connection? On the witch’s lap sits an empty black glove, a symbol of absence, of powerlessness. It grasps at something that is not there…
What do people sit on? A floating leaf? Is there any division between sky and earth? Everyone looks at nothing – noone can be seen to look. The man’s eye has been hollowed out and replaced with nothing but sky….
Is it rain everywhere, or does the whole world cut us?
Three figures, one kneels as though she’s praying or shy or depressed – or reading? Perhaps she is holding a book. We move into a starker contrast from left to right, in the reading direction. A witch’s familiar sits on the far right of the picture – a raven looking into her featureless face. She looks as though she holds a blade, ready to disembowel it.
ReplyDeleteBehind, what is there? Leaf veins? Tree branches? A world of wires and the inhuman world of electronic connection? On the witch’s lap sits an empty black glove, a symbol of absence, of powerlessness. It grasps at something that is not there…
What do people sit on? A floating leaf? Is there any division between sky and earth? Everyone looks at nothing – noone can be seen to look. The man’s eye has been hollowed out and replaced with nothing but sky….
Is it rain everywhere, or does the whole world cut us?