A stranger comes bearing a gift to a love-in. She is different to everyone else... They shelter under a tree, scared, looking at her. Her feet are turned around the wrong way, awkward...
The image I keep getting of this is of a wedding. It reminds me of a bride in front of a church.
There's a fence between the bride and the others. The barrier motif is reinforced by the log.
She stands on the stairway, hovering. There is an open window in the stairs, peering out at us. She stands beside the cyan diagonal that pierces through the painting.
The mirroring of the two arches, the broken glass and images inside... a broken mirror motif of inside/outside, private/public... (the cyan diagonal she stands just beside is the mirror)...
The upright column, the hanging log... Everything is between women...
What is the gift the stranger brings in exchange for love? Perhaps it is recognition of the self in the mirror. But still, she is unsure whether she may exchange, contribute. She isn't blue - can she fit in?
The stripes on the column, the stripes on her dress: she feels as though she is made of stone when confronted with all this emotion. And the people on the left have hurt her so much before (the hanging log, the blue theme -sadness?)
A stranger comes bearing a gift to a love-in. She is different to everyone else... They shelter under a tree, scared, looking at her. Her feet are turned around the wrong way, awkward...
ReplyDeleteThe image I keep getting of this is of a wedding. It reminds me of a bride in front of a church.
There's a fence between the bride and the others. The barrier motif is reinforced by the log.
She stands on the stairway, hovering. There is an open window in the stairs, peering out at us. She stands beside the cyan diagonal that pierces through the painting.
The mirroring of the two arches, the broken glass and images inside... a broken mirror motif of inside/outside, private/public... (the cyan diagonal she stands just beside is the mirror)...
The upright column, the hanging log...
Everything is between women...
What is the gift the stranger brings in exchange for love? Perhaps it is recognition of the self in the mirror. But still, she is unsure whether she may exchange, contribute. She isn't blue - can she fit in?
The stripes on the column, the stripes on her dress: she feels as though she is made of stone when confronted with all this emotion. And the people on the left have hurt her so much before (the hanging log, the blue theme -sadness?)