I’m making an exception here, by revealing more of what this image means to me, personally, than I normally would. (These perceptions came into focus only after I stopped working on the piece and some time had passed.)
The creature at right is a self-portrait.
The violet = my mind/imagination/soul.
The TV, with nothing where a picture should be found = my would-be guarded front (but one can see right thru it).
The brass screw = My technical skills (semi-transparent because they’re limited).
The mattress = my disquieting dreams.
The footprints = my haunted past.
The disembodied hands = ones who have suffered; lost ones; ones left behind.
The female foot silhouette entering from left (containing a starfield) = cosmos; mystery; death. (Is she coming to save, or to punish?).
The sea = all-encompassing/enfolding existence.... whatever it is.
What bothers me about this confessional stuff is that it can cloud what a viewer sees.
I’m making an exception here, by revealing more of what this image means to me, personally, than I normally would. (These perceptions came into focus only after I stopped working on the piece and some time had passed.)
The creature at right is a self-portrait.
The violet = my mind/imagination/soul.
The TV, with nothing where a picture should be found = my would-be guarded front (but one can see right thru it).
The brass screw = My technical skills (semi-transparent because they’re limited).
The mattress = my disquieting dreams.
The footprints = my haunted past.
The disembodied hands = ones who have suffered; lost ones; ones left behind.
The female foot silhouette entering from left (containing a starfield) = cosmos; mystery; death. (Is she coming to save, or to punish?).
The sea = all-encompassing/enfolding existence.... whatever it is.
What bothers me about this confessional stuff is that it can cloud what a viewer sees.
