Tuesday, August 02, 2005

Bone Girl

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Blogger Radish King said...

I keep thinking about how her feet touch the bone, and what that means, as if the bone is an extension of her (much as my violin is an extension of me) and whether she grew from the bone, or woke up one morning and found it growing out of her right foot (the left foot seems slightly raised) or perhaps it was invisible all her life but she felt it, drug it around, and now it has made itself known, and how the intensity and direction of the assemblage would change if she were hovering or standing directly above the bone, a bit of space between, how the bone would then be longing to be attached to her.

9:00 AM  
Blogger Radish King said...

I like that her hands are palm out, a gesture of supplication, and the fact that the bones in her shoulders (or perhaps it is scapulae? perhaps she is growing wings or has recently had them shorn, stubs of bone from her back?) echo the long curved bone on which she stands. Is it a bird bone? Is it hollow? Who is she waiting for? What has she lost?
Why am I incapable of sticking all my comments into one post?

9:03 AM  
Blogger Radish King said...

One last post, honest.
Bone Girl


Imagine having this bone found inside you!

9:12 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

adam's rib. god thought eve would be this wonderfully obedient doll-like creature he could manipulate in any way he desired. duh. he's been tearing his hair ever since.

9:52 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

you see? she's even been dancing on the rib itself, got it all out of shape lol. j

9:53 AM  
Blogger tearful dishwasher said...

Rebecca and Jim-

Thanks so much for these wonderful riffs on the image!

Whatever the false promises and limitations of the web,
it makes possible this kind of interaction which I'd never
have had access to without it.

Thanks for stopping by.



(Yes, Bone Girl....thanks Rebecca)

10:59 AM  
Blogger OrphanedPoet said...

i love jim's view of this! plus, turn the picture sideways and it's the letter 'L' for love...

but i felt something more solitary in studying the spareness, and what looked like bravery to me in the little figure poised there, facing the world

--and i thought of a line of robin skelton's, "i have no history but the length of my bones", and to me this is a person standing in their blunt reality, nothing more or less than the sum of what they are, stripped down.

this is a wonderful picture, scott.

2:19 PM  

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