One Sunday morning I'll be supping my coffee, flipping through the pages of the paper between casual draws on my cigarette, and my eye - drawn by some inexplicable magnetic pull - will lock onto a story about a family man from Mississippi who committed some act so heinous, it would make a Kennedy blush. They'll quote his neighbours saying, "He kept himself to himself, but I couldn't help but notice these strange abstract art pieces he would produce in his garage late at night ... it seemed inconsequential at the time." And my mind will be cast back to the moment I saw first this painting and I'll quietly tell myself: this was the clue. I should have known. I should have known.
I kid, of course. I kinda like it, but somehow can't explain its presence like some existential truth - reminds me of David Lynch's painting.
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I wrote the above last night just as blogger went kaput; now I view the painting again, I see it as a social comment on the British Shell Corporation: the fountain of red blood like the spurt of a newly drilled well symbolising the cost in lives; the oil black line - a pipe conceptually disconnected from the sea blue environment which it desecrates, and then the leafy green surrounds suggestive of the lager, global impact framing the crime.
But then sometimes, a painting is just a paint and should be enjoyed as such ;)
I like these explanations...'course where I'm from the red explosion would be the overreaction (which is still causing people to shy away from Gulf seafood...it's fine you NINNIES!!!) and panic that's put people out of work.
Truth is...it's just colors and lines that I like the look of. Kinda derivative of the stuff I like to look at.
One Sunday morning I'll be supping my coffee, flipping through the pages of the paper between casual draws on my cigarette, and my eye - drawn by some inexplicable magnetic pull - will lock onto a story about a family man from Mississippi who committed some act so heinous, it would make a Kennedy blush. They'll quote his neighbours saying, "He kept himself to himself, but I couldn't help but notice these strange abstract art pieces he would produce in his garage late at night ... it seemed inconsequential at the time." And my mind will be cast back to the moment I saw first this painting and I'll quietly tell myself: this was the clue. I should have known. I should have known.
ReplyDeleteI kid, of course. I kinda like it, but somehow can't explain its presence like some existential truth - reminds me of David Lynch's painting.
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I wrote the above last night just as blogger went kaput; now I view the painting again, I see it as a social comment on the British Shell Corporation: the fountain of red blood like the spurt of a newly drilled well symbolising the cost in lives; the oil black line - a pipe conceptually disconnected from the sea blue environment which it desecrates, and then the leafy green surrounds suggestive of the lager, global impact framing the crime.
But then sometimes, a painting is just a paint and should be enjoyed as such ;)
I like these explanations...'course where I'm from the red explosion would be the overreaction (which is still causing people to shy away from Gulf seafood...it's fine you NINNIES!!!) and panic that's put people out of work.
ReplyDeleteTruth is...it's just colors and lines that I like the look of. Kinda derivative of the stuff I like to look at.