This is a big canvas, 36x60. When it is hung on the wall, you are face to face with the figures at the bottom half of the canvas, those who with their last shred of resistance are struggling to survive this incredible deluge. They are caught up in a swirl of emotions: grief, disbelief, helplessness. With her hands wrinkled by the prolonged wading through the water, the woman in the center gathers the other survivors, leading them to a safer ground, to you.
Over your head, one figure can be seen, ascending into the arms of Katrina and is being whisked away. Is this salvation--or else, a moment of all hope extinguished?
Uvi, I can only guess at your own swirling emotions as you produced this incredible piece of history. How on earth did you keep your wits? Perhaps you surrendered to something larger than yourself...ReplyDelete
My emotions are but a far echo of those people who struggled to survive. Still you are quite right; this is not an easy piece to create. We are all but grains of sand swept along by the powerful swirl of history.Delete
Uvi, your artwork is beautiful. Pain swirling through the human heart.ReplyDelete
Thank you so much, ClaudineDelete
Lucky for you to have the gift of expressing via visual art what leaves you otherwise speechless.ReplyDelete
Indeed, Deborah! If not for art I would have to start composing music! (and I have no claim to being anywhere close to musical...)Delete