The Heart Has Four Chambers
posted by tearful dishwasher at 9:11 PM
Wednesday, July 20, 2005
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13 Comments:
Hey.
Yeah, this one gave me fits....it isn't my normal vocabulary, and Jill IS tiny, her face barely visible, but...
I like it.
Yeah, the first time I've seen her, too. Also a memorable way to first see someone...
Anyway, enjoyed your thoughts, as always.
yrs-
Scott
meth makes a good point in his study of this: the small bit of pea green peeking out
of jill's heavy dark coat seems to be the source of all the colors around her as though
she's a veritable font of the surreal color and form, but she appears lost in it. she has the same stunned expression as the the lovely matisse
painting, the girl with the green eyes
- even the stiffened, extended neck
stretch is similar, staring out, lost in the flamboyant colors around her.
here, jill seems to be concealing the colors under her coat- trying to keep it in- more comfortable perhaps when they're hidden under the dark wrap of her jacket, but they flame out of her, red petals in halo all around her.
yes, the background you have chosen is very early 50's 'matisse'. lovely rendering, scott. lovely and disquieting at the same time.-
k.
i like the fact that the black bird is leading the way. .
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Karen-
a wonderful analysis of the piece, and of the sitter. I agree with Jim, you caught an essential aspect of this....
what a blessing to have your input.
Tasha-
yes, yes.
Jim-
"Wondrous and scary all at once."
Indeed.
I'm crazy glad to have all of you stopping by and chatting, taking a good look around and sharing your thoughts.
Thank you doesn't seem enough.
yrs-
Scott
For what it's worth, here's what I "saw" last night when I looked at this collage, and what I see again in re-viewing it:
A girl bundled up, up to her neck to keep out what--the cold? The world? A face so pale, so bereft of color that that the vibrant lime green background and the objects swimming/flying in it become her face, her interior in a way, if that makes sense. Pale, contained girl, yet all of this epxlosion of suns and stars and circles buttoned up under that coat. What I find most striking about this collage is the bird, which, thanks to that bit of light source highlighting the left side, appears almost human to me, like one of those mythological beasts, a hawk with a woman's head. And so, for me, crazy as this sounds, that bird up there is Jill. The girl down in the corner is merely Jill's body. The real Jill is up there above it all.
God, I love your collages, Scott.
Oh, and as I just scrolled down all the "portrait" collages you've posted so far, Scott, the word "soul" popped into my head. I recently saw a photo of Susan Sarandon, very ethereal, very vague, almost ghostly, and the explanation was that it was a photo of her soul---wish I could recall where I saw it. And that's what you're doing here, Scott---these collages, these portraits are snapshots, exposures of the human soul.
it's like the whole sky
is falling into her body
that's how it seems like language
and insite flows thru her.
lynze
wow, i read all your comments. they are all so enlightening, like mirrors.
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