It makes me think of the conversations that pass from one generation to another. Hope you are well! I don't comment here enough, but please know that I do enjoy seeing your posts!
Thank you, Jodi! What you wrote about visiting and enjoying of my blog could apply also to my visits of your blog :)
It's beautiful Mr ArtisJokken!! Delicate and precious. I have read the top comment and it is hard now not to think about that too. I see whispers and secrets, fragility. I love the light. And let me not forget to thank you for visiting my blog and voting for my "illustrate it" THANKS!!!
Thank you Claire! I do appreciate your comment. I hope your work will get the most votes!!
To me (without reading what others have written...YET!)...I would say it represents a person listening to there own thoughts and it causes somewhat of a brainstorm or confusion (which is not clear)..this person needs meditation which looms on the horizon...an ochre, a warmth, a calming.....Haha now I'll read the others, but first I will congratulate you on a great bit of Art AIJ!!!!!
A young guy (about 14 years old) wants to go his own way. He tries not to listen to the parent's voices in his head. He tries to think of his beautiful teacher with the wild grey hair... but that's were the voices get louder and louder. He's lost but still leaning on that voices.Very atmospheric and dreamy picture!
Dank je wel! Thanks Hedwig for your extensive comment, I really appreciate it. It is always nice and intriguing to hear all kind of explanations about the painting, sometimes I am very surprised what the other people see. Once one women saw a tree in my painting but..... in my humble opinion ...there was no tree at all! But anyway, she liked it very much :) You see, imagination has really no limits!
When a young Plains Indian reaches the proper age, the elders will teach him the ancient art of smoke signaling, which is always taught during a thunder storm to make the process more difficult. The young warrior must listen intently, to be able to hear the message above the thunder clap. Yeah, I know I'm wrong, but I'm not good at this stuff. Tell us what the title is, okay?
thanks for your words, Ted. Next week you get the title, OK?
This is a mesmerizing piece. I don't feel questions, exactly. At least, not questions that demand concrete answers. It feels more like a reflective piece, examining one's own life and personality. And finding one's true self. But that's my own impression. I like that the piece doesn't demand a particular reaction from the viewer, but leaves it open to interpretation.