For a split second, the alignment of all elements in front of me created what felt like the perfect opposite image of an Andrew Weyth painting.
At least for me it did. Everything was somehow the exact opposite to "Christina's World". Everything. The setting, the situation, the expectations, the composition, the time, the inside and outside, the colors flipping the perspective... everything. Complete opposites.
So what made me bring the two together?
The shoe of the girl?, maybe the position of her hand?, something about the shape of her hair?... even these elements were barely there... so why did my head make the connection? Why did it rush me to Maine, to Cushing, to the world of Christina Olson? Without aver having been there? (And at that time not even remembering the name of the painting or the artist or the location.)
I wonder if a mars lander would have made the connection by drilling into the floor of the museum. Hmm, maybe I should not have either?
What is it about the Met that makes one want to shoot the people there? Photographically, I mean. Maybe unconsciously, it's the palindromic making pictures of people looking at pictures. I don't know, but it hits me everyting I'm there.
I like it most when some visitors just open themselves to something that has seen so many of them over the centuries. When looking at a piece that survived 500 years... how many eyes have touched it... imagine all of the visitors coming back... maybe they do...
this could be what we feel but no camera can ever see.
yeah you know taht scene in forest cump where the chick is throwing stones at her old childhood house until she fall to the ground in tears?
yeah.
stolen from an andrew weyth painting.
...it was so weird Witold, 'cos just yestersday I was thinking a lot about this painter that I am not really all that into. I don't remember why I was thinking abotu him. I guess I was experiencing something still. And his types came to mind. But you know how rarely I read yr' blog (until I decide to catch up)...why would I be thinking about Wyeth yestreday only to read this today?
you know, I have never seen Forest Gump.
You made me smile by saying that a movie scene could be "stolen" from a painting... : )
Hmm... the connection between you thinking about Andrew Weyth and then reading the blog?...
Hmm... the universe dances a very simple and yet incredibly complex dance.