When a painting asserts itself, there is no fighting with it. Let it come forward. As far-fetched or unrealistic, other-worldly or alien as it might be…let it come forward. Are those antennas on top of her head? Sobeit then. She gets to have antennas. The subconscious gets to have her field day. The artist obeys.
That’s what I’m feeling when I look at this painting today. I can’t remember my exact state of being when she presented herself. Or what was going on in my life at the time. Her expression captivates me today. I think it’s because she has both whimsy and looks as if what she sees is hopeful.
The caption could read “Humankind, despite their ignorance, greed and selfish ways, is going to be saved…from themselves” Perhaps because they have enough redeeming qualities or something greater has had compassion for them.
Then again, she could be a fairy roaming through the meadows. What does she spy? Some new delight!
Whoever she is, whatever part of my subconscious she arose from, I’m sure there is more. Yours too! What’s hiding in there? In you?
The thing about whimsical art is that in creating it, there is freedom for the artist. She/he doesn’t have to measure up to any other standards of fine art. The artist gets to be surprised as a painting evolves. She is open to whoever shows up on the canvas. And whatever direction it wants to go. She experiments–for that is what play is. It is serious business, this type of play.
So don’t delay, get down to the business of play! What might you discover?