Where color lives.
They turn me to life.
Amelie. One of my favorite films.
What startles me are the hanging legs of the trapeze artist in the left corner, being ogled at. Manet lost his legs shortly before painting this work; no doubt he felt the focus of sneering gazes… overwhelming self-consciousness… as evoked by the bodiless legs in this painting.
(Manet, The Barmaid, 1881/82)
If you’re wondering why I refrain from posting my own writing, allow me to clarify. I’ve a need for emotional honesty, honesty of all kinds… and I fear… in the fogginess of my thoughts and words, I’ll lose the truth. Somehow the words and voices of smart people (intimidate and) encapsulate what I’m trying to impress.
Perhaps with time.