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| set the heather on fire |
| 11.19.04 (10:47 pm) [edit] |
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posted by: juniperflux (reply)
post date: 01.10.05 (4:01 pm)
I've looked at this one several times now. It distresses me. Something in the mound itself and its expulsion that I find off-putting. I'm left uncomfortable.
posted by: juniperflux (reply)
post date: 05.20.05 (1:57 pm)
Hmmm.
While I don't pretend to be an expert on the subject, I fear I don't see the "pussy" that others claim is lurking in this drawing.
Rather... I see something that gives the illusion of being solid, but that has been hollowed out. Perhaps it's the fact that it is also the one thing left to cling to "at the end of the earth" that leaves me unsettled.
Even with a modern laser, such things are all we have.
Personally, I think the most powerful aspects of this one is the coloring and the business spilling from the mound. There may well be some symbolism lurking about, but I don't think it has anything to do with genitals, in this case.
But then again... what do I know?
I continue to be nudged,
j
posted by: lindy (reply)
post date: 05.20.05 (6:47 pm)
I never commented on this particular piece before. But let me do so now...
I believe that what we choose to see very much tells the story of who, and perhaps especially in this case, what we are.
I particularly enjoy reading each thought left here and in all your works, and envisioning exactly what it is that each person is saying about themselves by interpreting what they see. It is amazing.
There is a beauty in your art that allows each of us to stop by and show ourselves in it.
When first I laid eyes upon your 'cave' - I decided it looked like quite the angry welt. Perhaps an angry and raw pimple, ready to explode from its very infected contents constantly pushing from within. Surely *this* tells a story about me.
Regardless of what I see, what anyone else sees, it is beautiful in that it makes someone come along and show a piece of them. Whatever piece put forth is like a mirror held up, not in front of the author, but again, in front of the viewer. Tis a lovely thing.