On a different note, I finished my painting! Here are some pictures!
|My roommate's painting is on the left; she is almost finished. Mine is on the right (there's a mirror behind it). |
We paint in the living room with the canvases on garbage bags covering the carpet. No catastrophes yet!
|Detail: Giselle and her beloved.|
|My favorite silhouette. He's got a cigar in his left hand.|
The younger couple in the center are perfect profiles; they are looking straight at each other, so there is no light reflected on their features. They are silent and solemn, struck by the sorrowful scene in this romantic ballet (Giselle at this point is dead; her ghost is dancing with her beloved and in this classic pose of the ballet, you see that she is eager to go to heaven, while her lover aches to have her on earth). They are challenging each other with a thousand questions: what kind of love do we have? What if this should happen to you or I? Will you mourn for me? Will you remember me? The somber moment puts distance between them. But I imagine it strengthens them.
That's way more meaning than the good-ness (like, lack of beauty) of this painting can bear, but that's what I imagine when I see it! First commenter to suggest a title I like gets to go down in history.