This one insisted on being finished tonight. Would not let me go to bed. I was so enthralled with it I actually caught myself making weird little sound effects for it while painting. Apparently my tendency to talk to them is evolving…oh dear.
However, now that it’s “done” I’m wondering if it needs more brown “seeds” in the brown “scoops” that are surrounding the green “scoop.” (I’m trying to come up with new descriptors so that I don’t pigeonhole how one might interpret it. The seeds could also be eggs, or rocks, or eyeballs…or something else I haven’t even thought of yet.)
Are the brown ones cradling the green one protectively, or are they getting ready to crush it? This one seems a bit dark and threatening to me (ok I’ll admit, I intended it to be kind of ominous), but I think you could also read it the opposite way. “Crowding” could also be “protecting.” But what if Greenie doesn’t WANT their protection? What if she wants her independence, wants to feel the fresh breath of freedom in the wind?
Hmm, did I mention I’ve begun reading a lot of feminist art lit in the past couple of weeks? Think there’s a connection? And do I need more eggs? 😉 IN THE PAINTING.
I’m working on organizing a feminist art reading discussion group hosted by WARM this summer, last Wednesday of each month at the Walker’s Open Field. Currently taking suggestions for articles or short books that would be good discussion material (and would be fairly likely to be accessible via the library etc); help me out if you’ve got any!