in the night
a downpour
torrential
sliced by lightning
a morning walk
alone
rain brings the sky and the earth together
so they can look at each other's reflections
m.c. escher puddle
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12 comments:
I wonder why that image is so disconcerting? Could it be that the shape of the puddle is vaguely humanoid?
oh! I hadn't thought of it that way but how poetically true!
Oddly, my first reaction to the artwork was that it was a closeup of a piece of abstract fabric.
Yes, you are right Steven, the chaps in their hats were glowering. The photographer was obviously considered an interloper.
I love that! The print and the idea of the sky and the earth looking at each other's reflections.
That Escher Puddle is amazing. For a minute there I thought it was a photo, only for a minute. Thanks Steven.
Jinsky, I had the same thought...that shape is somehow disconcerting... alien.
But I do like all the "tracks" which surround it. My dog Bou, however, would've plowed THROUGH it, wagging his tail the whole time. Thanks for sharing, steven!
This would make a fabulous print, it looks very Japanese I think?
Your little owl will make his way over to you on Monday, thank you so much!
I would like to jump into that clear puddle of sky, would there be gravity or would there be float...
I also love the, looking at each others reflection part...
cheers, parsnip
Lovely thought that rain brings the sky and earth together so that they can see each other. It's like that, isn't it?
I think what's disconcerting about the image is that cars trucks? and pedestrians don't happily share the same space. I'm immediately aware of the danger implied by the tracks of the tires to the walker.
I note, too, that the walker appears to have gone around the puddle; the vehicles drove straight through with obliviousness. Could there be a message there? Are we, in our car-mad society, driving ourselves to extinction?
I don't see anything ominous in this Escher print. Maybe because I enjoy Escher and I'm happy you discovered and shared a picture of his I'm not familiar with. I like your observation: rain bringing the earth and sky together, and the puddle sharing the sky's reflection.
annie i love escher's work - well i admire and revel in it - so that's a form of expression of love i suppose. i see nothing ominous in it myself. i see a sort of observation of the current state at the very most. the remnants of stories told in passing. thanks for your thoughtful comment. steven
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