This doesn't exist in the world. It was between a drawing and a scribbling colouring episode. It only exists digitally. The water that the figures are washed under would have dried anyhow...
It's probably part of my series on temple art, the celestial dancers...
Bowing: a bent, curved, or arched object.
you know I think
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of your artwork, brenda
and
I think this one
is my favorite!
suzanne, this is a special visit, wonderful to have you drop by, and thank you... xo
ReplyDeleteI love this. For its transience, for the shadows and curves and implied movements. Beautiful.
ReplyDeletemb, most transient, that particular image was already gone by the time I'd photographed it and uploaded an image online, all the ink flowing to one large river running through the middle, and then shortly after it was cut through with slashes of colour. I saved a very high resolution image, though, and someday I'll get it printed for my wall. It's one of my favourites, too...
ReplyDeleteI like this especially because of its fugitive nature, its halfway existence between media; and as other commenters have implied, the spare nature of the drawing itself, and the collagelike positioning at non-right angles against an unidentifiable piece of print adds to that. And the model's turned-away positions do too.
ReplyDeleteThe way it was photographed, on the floor, on plastic sheeting, half a dark red letter showing, adds, I also feel, Richard, to the piece... my daughter, who's 15, has asked, "Why do you always do naked people?" said she liked this image because they're turned away. Perhaps it's all a series of framing devices. Elements of design... thank you for your astute comment.
ReplyDeleteExtraordinary atmosphere in this one. I love the mixture of transience and vulnerability. In that sense it makes me think of sand paintings -- so much energy invested in an art form traditionally meant to pass away.
ReplyDeleteElissa, I hadn't thought of a Tibetan sand painting, but, yes, it is an apt comparison, and I thank you for it since I love sand paintings, their process, and finally sweeping, throwing away the coloured sand, either to people who will keep it as a sacred memento or directly into a river... Thank you.
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