What I expect viewers to see in this photo is that even though the "stream-lined" life may be fun and colorful, some people remain forgotten.
To our left we have the pivotal (but out of the way) character who sits with a guitar in hand and is anxiously awaiting tips. However, you can notice that the poor lad has given up and is staring sadly down towards the ground. All around him we see that the world is colorful and happy, but is it truly happiness that surrounds them?
The woman in purple is waving to the green man. The green man is on his cell phone, perhaps he's making a business call or maybe he's getting a promotion. The woman in purple, however, is waving...waving ever so hopelessly to the green man. She may have known him from high school...maybe she had not seen him in years. She thinks to herself "I remember you from high school!" and waves. But the green man is too busy to notice or care.
The world is orange; warm and happy. The people in the world, however, is what shapes what it truly is. The road, a sickly hue of black and yellow, is what man has did; we defiled the natural roads we may have had and placed down pavement in nature's place (leaving the earth quite unhappy). The surrounding areas are hues of light periwinkle and yellow, but they truly don't matter.
My message is that despite a happy color, the object that the color is resting upon may not convey the same internal emotion.
I almost forgot the character that resides in between the two color worlds; the happy greaser. He is styled from the image of the "greaser" stereotype that existed in the 50's (and was popularized in the novel The Outsiders). He sort of combines both worlds. Even though his clothes are colored, he's smoking and has some inner demons that you'd never guess about him...just because of his appearance.
I can't forget to thank Josh for recommending that I turn my mistake into a lamp post; without his assistance, I would've probably scrapped my entire painting.
Comments are appreciated.
To our left we have the pivotal (but out of the way) character who sits with a guitar in hand and is anxiously awaiting tips. However, you can notice that the poor lad has given up and is staring sadly down towards the ground. All around him we see that the world is colorful and happy, but is it truly happiness that surrounds them?
The woman in purple is waving to the green man. The green man is on his cell phone, perhaps he's making a business call or maybe he's getting a promotion. The woman in purple, however, is waving...waving ever so hopelessly to the green man. She may have known him from high school...maybe she had not seen him in years. She thinks to herself "I remember you from high school!" and waves. But the green man is too busy to notice or care.
The world is orange; warm and happy. The people in the world, however, is what shapes what it truly is. The road, a sickly hue of black and yellow, is what man has did; we defiled the natural roads we may have had and placed down pavement in nature's place (leaving the earth quite unhappy). The surrounding areas are hues of light periwinkle and yellow, but they truly don't matter.
My message is that despite a happy color, the object that the color is resting upon may not convey the same internal emotion.
I almost forgot the character that resides in between the two color worlds; the happy greaser. He is styled from the image of the "greaser" stereotype that existed in the 50's (and was popularized in the novel The Outsiders). He sort of combines both worlds. Even though his clothes are colored, he's smoking and has some inner demons that you'd never guess about him...just because of his appearance.
I can't forget to thank Josh for recommending that I turn my mistake into a lamp post; without his assistance, I would've probably scrapped my entire painting.
Comments are appreciated.
4 comments:
Q,
I have to say, I'm bewildered by this piece. I understand its meaning, that some happiness is just a pose, an air put on to impress others, or to hide the sad truth of our sad selves. But, happiness can be genuine. We need to believe this, just as much as we need to remember those forgotten.
Oh, my goodness, I like the greaser's tight orange pants & "I'm almost dancing" hips. Basically I've already narrated your entire painting in my head, so it's krunk to hear your opinion.
ps. The colors make my soul smile.
All mistakes are just lampposts in disguise.
I like how you used lots of symbolism within a realism piece. It seems like people lean towards abstract art when symbolizing something. Overall, I’d say it’s a good piece. The only thing I see is that the road kind of shading thing or something that makes seem like its sloped strangely, but it might just be me.
I love how you wrote about this quinton...it makes it very interesting, even more so than it already is! You did well on showing the different aspects of the many people in this world and how we are all enertwined in some way, i like that. There are so many different stories in one little moment, and you showed them all. It was almost like you froze time and expained each person you painted; you have created personalities in painted figures...awsume.
I also love the color in this peice, it had a rather shadowy and mysterious air to it; this color sceme and moon fits the peice very well.
This is your best thing yet quinton!
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