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"So why are you painting a woman in a bottle?" The challenge. Handling all those quirky reflections and layers of transparency. "She has phantom arms and legs, what about that?" Yes, pretty cool. A Vitruvian woman in a bottle. "I'm looking for Meaning: Don't paintings look under the surface?" You mean, what does it mean, really mean? It's just a way to test my skill. "But what are you saying with that?" It's not feminist nor anti, it's just an exercise. Besides, there's a rope. "But aren't you, as an artist, exposing reality, presenting emotions and feelings, seeing the soul?" *I'm not on a soapbox-- I'm testing my skill-- I paint and don't think about it too much. After all, 'Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar' or is it 'just a smoke'? * "I don't like your message." *OK, I'll paint you in a bottle... As a shrunken head.*
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May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 7:49 AM UTC
Woman in a bottle
"So why are you painting a woman in a bottle?" The challenge. Handling all those quirky reflections and layers of transparency. "She has phantom arms and legs, what about that?" Yes, pretty cool. A Vitruvian woman in a bottle. "I'm looking for Meaning: Don't paintings look under the surface?" You mean, what does it mean, really mean? It's just a way to test my skill. "But what are you saying with that?" It's not feminist nor anti, it's just an exercise. Besides, there's a rope. "But aren't you, as an artist, exposing reality, presenting emotions and feelings, seeing the soul?" *I'm not on a soapbox-- I'm testing my skill-- I paint and don't think about it too much. After all, 'Sometimes a cigar is just a cigar' or is it 'just a smoke'? * "I don't like your message." *OK, I'll paint you in a bottle... As a shrunken head.*
On the other hand, I once painted an agricultural scene based on a photo from the 1930s that I thought carried a social message. Most people wanted to know what kind of tractor it was.
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May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 7:49 AM UTC
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