hidden look
posted by name of the rose at 1:35 a.m.
soak the edge
The inside of thought is where everything teems and stirs with a thousand cracks is where the water meets the shore like threads pulled taut that soak the edge
10 Comments:
aptly entitled, as yet so seemingly close, as well ...
it almost makes me want to put my hand on the other side of the face and gently turn it, just to see
interesting comments...
{and gently turn it, just to see]
care to expand on this image?
eg whether it's based on a painting you were considering, or something else.
well...this one was never intended to be anything more than a quick pencil sketch, if that, of a fleeting instant...how I thought that line could describe that moment when someone (almost) turns away, for all that is contained on the face when one thinks one is no longer seen, when the face relaxes into an inward retreat, reveals a vulnerability or a contemplative thought evidenced by the stillness of a downward glance, unposed...I have always been interested in this, and (how) to capture it in a portrait...although not necessarily with this face, I have wanted to do a series of pieces that show this less-than-3/4-profile for these reason...but perhaps they would remain simply graphite on paper
like the gesture of taking leave from someone, saying goodbye and turning to walk away...there are those, for whom there is always a turning back, a one last glance,a brief turning back before continuing on and this gesture also interests me greatly, but as yet, I have not yet tried to render it
moments that spill interiority
[care to expand on this image?]
[eg whether it's based on a painting you were considering, or something else.]
[moments that spill interiority]
though I wouldn't have phrased it as such, my initial thought was that this was a person in the process of contemplating something, and perhaps a bit sad, and that her face begged to be turned.
that would be an interesting set of series, were you to do it.
Eco writes that when a work is finished, a dialogue is established between the 'text' of it and its readers/viewers, that, at this point, the author is excluded...I say this because the face is male (although now that I review it through your words, I see that it could be viewed as female)and I like that it could be read any way...I am glad that, in this way, it 'becomes' something else again
[and that her face begged to be turned.]...had you known that, you might not (?) have written this and it reveals something
[that would be an interesting set of series, were you to do it.]...equally so because one does not catch those moments in a face every day
very interesting ... I had never considered this as a male face; not for a moment ... had I, it would have struck me as a cherubesque face ... it struck me as completely female, though; as a male, it strikes me as unusually [contemplative], so much so that, were he a friend, I'd put my hand on his shoulder, and ask him what was going on ... you're quite right: the reaction is different.
[one does not catch those moments in a face every day]
indeed, they are very, very rare - a profound moment of reflection, that isn't necessarily meant to be shared.
[so much so that, were he a friend, I'd put my hand on his shoulder, and ask him what was going on]...I like this...alot
of your re view of it as being cherubesque (which is a great word in and of itself, btw)...the sketch is unfinished and therefore inadvertently framed by so much white space...which is always what it is about, not the letters or the lines of it but the gaps in meaning that frame an idea, that by virtue of (what is) being left unsaid, a work potentially becomes hospitable (in the sense of remaining open to the reader's/viewer's layered meanings ... one hopes
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