Unaware, arms sway. Attentive green gazes at a tuxedoed man and his broken bride. Pink perfume glides over the jade scene. A red disco light hovers above raised limbs, spinning stardust rain down upon them.
In the corner he hides -- peering around fibre-optic shrubs. Blackening this white moment. On the ballroom floor they dance.
Rendezvous in the Forest, after Henri Rousseau*
In the wilderness they meet, horsebacked, whispering nothing sweet, meaningless. Captain courts, seeking victory beneath bare branches... hidden where all can see.
Curious trees bend to view the scene below. The lady's palace chaperones her mistress from faraway brush. Antiqued cotton tufts frown overhead, lost souls driving by wreckage.
Vultures. Scavengers of hunting season. Pausing to behold the carnage of predator and prey.
Drawing, like writing, tells a story that is colored through the interpretive lens of the observer. I've always loved how the art a person creates inspires, moves, becomes powerful to different people for a plethora of reasons. As I was looking through some paintings by Henri Rousseau, I found two that represented "civilization" and "barbarism." The paintings inspired me by their juxtaposition of two concepts: the instinct for survival versus the rituals for courting.
***** Attacked by a Jaguar, after Henri Rousseau: http://www.abcgallery.com/R/rousseau/rousseau73.html
Rendezvous in the Forest, after Henri Rousseau: http://www.abcgallery.com/R/rousseau/rousseau21.html