Leaving The Island
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namaste.
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posted by tearful dishwasher at 12:47 PM
Sunday, June 05, 2011
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- Name: tearful dishwasher
- Location: U.S. Outlying Islands
Fully engaged in the whole catastrophe
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11 Comments:
I really like the red of the girl's dress, her hair and how it matches the buck -- the wind, the whole thing is fantastic.
It seems to me that the moose are saying, "Don't leave. We will tend your wounds."
Are they moose?
The band-aid. For some reason I kept coming back to that. Gorgeous. Melancholy. She doesn't flinch. Love her.
I know that out of sorts feeling. The unsure. It's okay. All of it. You know that, don't you? Love you.
To me this evokes the words "your daughter."
You certainly have a way with juxtaposition and mood. Your art never fails to surprise and touch me. I love the color and light in this one. I could make up a dozen scenarios for what it means, but for now I'll just let what it evokes settle gently.
I know that girl and that island and those animals. i know what she's leaving. this is heartbreaking.
Stunning.
Just stunning.
Sending good wishes.
Peace,
pf
holy God i love this one. i love it so much. it is my child spirit in light.
my mother has red red red hair.
You guys.
Thank you all so much.
If I were capable of it, I'd say more, but I'm not, so this will have to do.
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tearful
The Band-Aid ruins me.
The image is so ethereal and afloat and holy.
And the Band-Aid make me, literally, wet-eyed.
You're no artist, sir.
You are a visionary.
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