Every now and again, usually while I'm dozing off, an image will be dropped, with chilly clarity, directly into my brain. Often it's not something I'd paint under normal circumstances, but once one of them shows up, I HAVE to paint it, or it starts stomping around my brain, poking the pink bits and chewing on my ear. A friend of mine calls these the "sacrifice to the Muse"--most of the time She lets me paint whatever banal illustration or weird little comics I want, and in return, I will drop everything and paint these suckers on demand. Even if it's a weird Victorian-collared wasp creature and a bunch of fetus-bearing grapes. (For the record, this has nothing to do with abortion or stem cell research--I'm all for both, so lemmee nip any possible misinterpretation in the bud.)
This is a really cool painting. I can totally understand what you mean by the "sacrifice to the Muse", I think all artists, to some degree, have these kind of things every once in awhile. An image that comes from nowhere and says PAINT ME. No context, no meaning, and people can fight over what interpretation to give it, but there it is.
For my part, I just see it as a painting of an aristocratic-looking wasp on a bunch of grapes with fetuses in them, but I can also see about a million different interpretations as to what's going on symbolically. However, I despise symbolism myself, and sometimes a pile of fetus-grapes is just a pile of fetus-grapes.
hahaha... did you ever think of another interpretation? WASP... also stands for, in some of my literature classes at least... white american suberb people. i think. or something like that. but still. and they have lots of kids? hahaha. just kidding.
man, Ursula. I have hearted your stuff for the longest time. (metalandmagic.com!) i am trying to convince my boyfriend we need to buy a ton of your prints for our apartment.
That's the kind of thing I always wanted to paint, but I'd never be able to! Not that I don't like it, I've still gotta scan and upload my "The world awaits you, darling", but the only problem is... time. Time kills all, including wasp-queens and womb-grapes.
I knew it! I knew I recognized your style from somewhere! I remember seeing you on Elfwood, and I remember this picture totally catching my eye. I think I even used to have a link to your gallery from mine.
For my part, I just see it as a painting of an aristocratic-looking wasp on a bunch of grapes with fetuses in them, but I can also see about a million different interpretations as to what's going on symbolically. However, I despise symbolism myself, and sometimes a pile of fetus-grapes is just a pile of fetus-grapes.
Oh and you have some disturbing mind.
man, Ursula. I have hearted your stuff for the longest time. (metalandmagic.com!) i am trying to convince my boyfriend we need to buy a ton of your prints for our apartment.
...I should really get back to poetry...