This painting was done during the year 2007; it took me a lot of time before I could showcase it. There were scanning issues, but also a certain angst about it.
You will probably not feel comfortable about an image that has this personal a meaning, and that also has a darker mood than the previous ones I painted, almost unhealthy. I also believe that nobody is going to want a print of this! ... that's why I wanted to provide you with a higher resolution file, for the small details and the dedication poured on it to be appreciated.
Some close-ups and additional information can be seen on my website on this page.
Thanks a lot, for watching !
The picture more than just grabbed my eyes. It grabbed my heart. The moment I saw it, I said to myself, this is exactly how it is when a person finds a good book. You read and you read and you get immersed in it till there isn't just a person and a book. There is just a book.
The figurines around him, are like people. They don't understand the world he's in, how he feels right now. But the person doesn't care. To him they're just statues. He is already in the world of make believe, where all he hears, sees, reads, sleeps and eats is the world inside. The forest is silent, the foliage continues to grow undisturbed, letting him be, absorbing him within themselves. His body is slowly, tenderly being devoured by the vines creeping delicately up his feet, while his mind is already captured by a stronger Liana, which in turn crowns him for his absolute engrossment. The forest behind, meanwhile is darker, with more secrets. And the throne will sink further and further into it, until they are inseparable.
Of course, what he holds isn't just a book. It's a fixation, an obsession. The subject's gloomy brow almost seems to indicate that there is a mystery within what he holds that is yet to be solved. It intrigues and frightens him at the same time. And some part of him may want to break away, but he is already hypnotised. Sinking further into the chair, he is trapped. His now vacant eyes tell me he's already gone where noone can reach him now.
I don't know much about technique, being a writer myself, but the picture feels so alive I couldn't help but give it 5 stars. And of course, the vision and the originality are both fantastic, and nothing less than 5 stars was deserved. The impact of course, can be seen by how absurdly long the critique is, and how I keep staring at it, letting my eyes travel over the whole scene repeatedly, unable to take in everything, but trying my hardest to.
I apologise to readers and to the artist for the length of this critique, and how long winded it may seem at times. It was all just an outpouring oh how much this moved me. I also apologise for not being very objective. Then again, this critique came more from a non visual artist to a visual one, so it becomes difficult to restrain the words.
And now I very much look forward to keeping a watch on the artist for more such inspiring masterpieces. Keep up the excellent work!
As a writer and musician I know very little about visual arts other than what I like. However, this is more than just liking a piece. This is finding that one song in millions that will make you cry.
The colors and the blending of them is stunning. The light in the center draws you into the picture and makes you feel as if you are a part of it. We all know how it feels to find a good book and be completely oblivious to our surroundings. So, I applaud the artist on taking a simple thing, one that everyone has felt, and turning it into a world of color and magic.
This is something I would be proud to hang on my wall. I look forward to seeing more from the artist.
Thank you for creating it.
Amazing work, inspiring, and as a painter and writer i saw plenty of bright thoughts, brought through an intellectual spirit and professional technique!
Please keep on doing that !
All the best for you,
The most prominent part of this dark mood described feels to be related to the 'crown' of roots. They feel like symbolizing chaos, things that are overwhelming and suffocate the mind, constricting. The roots at the foot might be a more physical restriction. The statues facing away has been mentioned and their expression, cold and turning away, though their incomplete form also feels connected to the chaos. The one in the background feels like a pressure looming overhead.
The man is still in the light, though behind the chair the plantlife grows near. The wildgrow of the plantlife feels to resemble chaos, covering much. This could also represent time, taking more as it passes. Things slipping from memory? The light in the distance, combined with the statue, might be past things slipping out of reach. The throne and chair give me the impression of being in a high place, but finding it a harsh place. The book gave me the impression of something to be lost in. The man is intensively reading it, unaware and even neglecting his surroundings.
After reading more on the website I found some more details like the worrisome look and details about the book. Still it feels like there is still more meaning to be found that I don't see. Hopefully I'm at least somewhat correct in trying to find the deeper interpretation. In any case beautifully done and I find it leaves me with a impression that is hard to describe, but heavy.