Giornata internazionale della donna
Something bothers me. When I go outside and try to enjoy the outdoors, even if I live in a city, I want to witness something of nature. Maybe a bird singing in a tree attracts my gaze. In the spring, the budding of the flowers of a tree or the changing colours of the foliage and grass interests me even if it is contained in the confine of the city. The sky can be particularly attractive against a winding tree-lined street.
But something always bothers me. Maybe it’s my age. In fact I don’t particularly enjoy going into the historical centre of the city because I am repelled by the automobiles and trucks. Almost everywhere one looks, the relationship between sky, building, street and green is disturbed by moving or parked cars.
After painting a while, I am too concentrated to really notice the cars so much, but when I’m looking for a place to stay and paint, I often turn away because there is really nothing to look at except the cars.
Maybe that’s what is happening with the white space in my painting: I am expressing something of a bother, something that immediately calls attention to itself. After looking, I feel that the disturbance goes away. A little. But for now that’s what I want. A visual provocation.
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