Reflections has now a music piece by Fox Amoore too that interprets the profound feeling of the image: [link]
Somewhere between these two worlds, exists the a whole person - divided. Somewhere between dream and waking.
A part of them trapped, just beneath the surface. A forlorn acceptance to their existence; and only the freedom that sleep can provide will relieve that burden. There is a profound resignation, a deep sorrow that swims in their eyes. It is unlike a fresh wound; new and painful. It is not a wound that bleeds. Nor a wound that strikes with agony. But a rancorous thing. A burden endured. An old regret; one that suffocates and slowly constricts. Each breath, harder to take. And like gravity, it is a crippling inevitability - resigned to the fact. Trapped, just beneath the surface. With only their reflection to remind them.
A tiredness that wishes only for respite.
The eyes speak loudly; as much with their presence as with their absences.
Where the eyes tell a story of burden and a resignation to the point of sorrow - there is a profoundness in the release of sleep; a reflection of their desire. The freedom there in, beyond the confines and the suffocating existence of what lies behind those eyes. There is peace. A respite from the arduous reflection that never seems to change. Until sleep comes. Until one is made whole again where the boarders of sleep and waking blur and meld.
The reflection, one of resignation transforms, the dream becoming the real, past the curtain of the surface. Past the reflections of sadness. A projection into another world, one that is neither bound by limitations of heart nor impediments of the body. A place where two parts are made one and all things are possible.
A world of burden forgotten; the freedom of dream.- WanderingPariah
A speedpainting of a simple idea that came to mind.
Thanks a lot to
who wrote this wonderful column about reflecting the image content.
Thanks a lot to Fox Amoore for the interpretation of this painting with a wonderful piano play: [link]