dear water
I call her water. My kid-like interpretation of aquatic life. It’s what I would love to see most if I jumped off of a bridge and landed in a lagoon where I could breathe with gill-like precision below the surface. It depicts the creatures I’d love to encounter and what I envision would happen if a 4th of July firecracker was ignited below the colorful depths. And if all my visions were edible, I’d expect this one to taste a little like coconut towards the bottom, a hint of lime/salt off to the left and a mixture of tangerine and raspberry off to the right.
But that’s just me. If you don’t see water or don’t taste tangerine, then I’d be so curious to know what you do see. I guess that’s why art doesn’t have an audible voice. It kind of sits quietly and lets you make your own observations, form your own impressions.
Now, if you’ll excuse me for a minute…
Dear water,
I loved painting you. At first, you were shy and kind of mean. And to be honest, pretty ugly. But, I believed in you from the start and you really came through. Now, just being around you makes me happy. Oh… and I’m sorry for leaving you in a cold, white-walled room for two months before finishing you. I would have gone crazy too!
Love,
Leora
