The colors (and the bare tree) appear to set this in autumn: not a season to be outside, (un)dressed as she is. The darkening sky and the stars imply either early evening or false dawn, which makes the setting even more of a mystery.
Her face is turned away; her nudity and rigid posture speak of vulnerability and unresolved tension. Is she searching for something, or afraid of being spotted? Or perhaps she's just about to stand up and walk away?
I'm left to wonder what answers might lie in her unseen eyes, or whether there were ever any answers at all.
wow. not only is that by far the best comment/observation/interpretation of this piece,... it's one of the best i have ever received for ANY of my work. thank you so much.
i have never given much thought to the season, although it is reflective of the mood and maybe underlying message of the piece. saying goodbye. letting go. the same could be said for the time of day, which is early evening. i do not know if anyone has ever noticed the red balloon in the picture. it was not supposed to be obvious and this is the first time i have ever pointed it out. again, meant to convey letting go.
as for the 'model', the truth is, her rigid posture was probably due to timidity or apprehension at being photographed nude. so you could say that is incidental. (fyi, i did not take the shots, she did them herself.) however, your comment with regards to her 'searching for something' is certainly applicable. i think she was. maybe still is. i do not know.
as for the answers that might be found in her,... green eyes,... i hope she finally found those answers. very much so.
I'd completely missed the balloon; in my mind's eye, I had her looking toward and around the tree. If she's tracking the balloon instead, then she's not just looking away, she's looking upward; and that subtly changes my interpretation of her mood.
Instead of looking backward (or around) with trepidation or regret, she could be looking forward with barely-contained anticipation. And her "forward" is in the same direction as our line of sight, implying that we're sharing in her release, and possibly invited on the journey along with her.
Now the only thing I regret is not being able to see those green eyes for myself.
And this was my pleasure, believe me; this was not only a treat to view, it was a joy to envision.
you're too sweet. by the way, i haven't been ignoring that last comment of your's. it's just one of those that i like to keep around and read over and over again. heh. i honestly didn't know HOW to respond to it. me? a teacher? naaaaa. i like to think that ALL of us can teach each other something. i think that's an important part of art. giving to each other and passing it along. however, i repeat, you're too sweet.
There's something very surreal here; she seems to be afloat in this hazy palette of dreams. I love the impressionistic/slightly fauvistic take you have here, in her skin tone and hair color.
There are a few anatomical anomolies, so to speak; the angle of her head seems a little stiff and extreme given the position of her body--I'd think a hint of profile might ease the neck. Her right hand and boobs are also a little wonky, but other than that, I think it's a beautiful and moving piece. The textures meld together marvelously with colors used. Very soft and loving.
That being said, sitting on wicker whilst naked is not a particularly enjoyable experience--I know this. But that's neither here nor there.
ok. i probably shouldn't do this. it's 3 am, i'm in the middle of a star wars marathon, just took a break for a snack of peanut butter and ritz and a shot (or two. heh.) and suddenly thought,...'what the fuck. let's respond to oil's very ensightful and generous comment on my recent attempt at art!!' let me preface this by saying that the reference i used for this was a gift given to me by a very close friend. so i know things that i only can know. uhm. if you know what i mean. heh. you're correct about the 'stiffness' of the head and neck. i guess i saw it as a certain eloquence. lifting it in that manner. although it could be the result of her feeling a bit uncomfortable with posing nude. which would also explain her not revealing any profile as well. her boobs a bit wonky??? heh. i take full responsibility for that. god. i hope she didn't read that! heh.
however, thank YOU SO very much for that comment!! a true rarity these days a dA!! as for your experience sitting nude in a wicker chair (*gulp*),... that's why you use a cushion! doofus!
so now i'm off once again to my marathon. almost time for the big battle scene between obi wan and atticus! (watching 'revenge of the sith' btw) you are welcome to join me! got plenty of peanut butter and ritz! even an extra shot or two. hmmmmm?
i was going to say 'she's out back counting stars', but you beat me to it!
i was just thinking about this song earlier this week; how i've heard it so many times and it's such a good song, really gets to you... but i never knew why, or what it was really about. i thought it was sort of about a girl who just chose to live outside of normalcy in a natural, genuine sort of way that a wandering soul like himself can appreciate.
and... she sort of looks like she's in her own little world amidst the reality of the warmer, colorful tones surrounding her. (i like the red and green expressive strokes in the lower part of the wicker chair btw.)