“Lay me on the table, put flowers in my mouth, And we can say we invented a summer lovin’ torture party”
-Lemonworld, The National
At the moment this statement pierced my life I had a flash of the actual image. It was horridly clear and vivid so desperate and sad, and yet delicately beautiful, moving and all in all visually pleasing. The image seemed, like the statement just perfectly balanced, and image so visually satisfying delicate and yet almost torture like. A stunning woman of grace and elegance, slender, frail and yet bold, placed upon a typical home dinning table, that of the 1950’s maybe. A table and setting of proper and polite with a dark secret publicly exposed.
So, what to do other than expedite a real image of my imagination? Luckily for me I have a home that just happened to seem slightly Victorian, if the house were not of a nuclear family home than it at least would fit to be rustic or urban. I loved the trees and foliage through my window and happened to have a kitchen table that would be perfect for the situation.
My main goal, if I remember accurately was to capture the delicacy of an intermingling of strange and public appropriate. I wanted to portray the idea of making abnormal visually acceptable to the eye, while also enticing interest and curiosity. I would want people to view the image and then need to take a second glance.
Furthermore, it was quite important that the eyes and face of the figure be cut off and abrupt as a means of creating coldness, while the mouth was important to express fragility. This coldness, or neutral vibe was also exaggerated through the covering of the picture in the frames, for I wanted the space to appear lived in, but not lived in…almost pseudo-robot, a mechanical hypnotized aura like in George Orwell’s 1984, where there is an immense lack of individual and independent emotion.
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