There's a bit of sadness in her eyes that I can't get away from. It's like her heart is bleeding out black ink that fades into smoke because the ink never got used.
I love that you had art supplies in the hopsickle!
It's interesting to read various interpretations, to hear my own in my head, to wonder about yours...
I see flat, exhausted, depeleted eyes, green as the symbol of life, open to search but not expecting much.
I see no arms, no legs -- no limbs for movement or climbing, holding, kicking, grasping. Wrapped in fabric (although the MOST beautiful straightjacket - EVAH!). Or, maybe, swaddled and resting.
I see a heart spiraling out to a waning moon. Or, maybe, being filled and fed from the moon and filling with its insightful light as she rests.
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It's nice to see you painting, again.
Nice!
You are so talented, and I really, really love your artwork.
I do like this.
It's interesting to read various interpretations, to hear my own in my head, to wonder about yours...
I see flat, exhausted, depeleted eyes, green as the symbol of life, open to search but not expecting much.
I see no arms, no legs -- no limbs for movement or climbing, holding, kicking, grasping. Wrapped in fabric (although the MOST beautiful straightjacket - EVAH!). Or, maybe, swaddled and resting.
I see a heart spiraling out to a waning moon. Or, maybe, being filled and fed from the moon and filling with its insightful light as she rests.
So many ways to go with it!
*hugs*