Waiting for paint to dry….on one foot and then the other. I’m pretty enthusiastic about this one….I wish it were bigger.
It’s the process then, isn’t it? I so enjoyed working on this until I got to the point where I thought about the visual clues. That’s Barbie under the model’s stand….but you cannot discern that fact from the feet alone. Short of, what amounts to decapitating Barbie and randomly dropping her head somewhere in the foreground (the thought was too horrific to paint!)– a lone shoe appears. I don’t know if that helps, but I like it…something more to ponder.
I’m prompted to share because I am reminded that the disaster that was Fukushima is an ongoing event. This piece, this curiosity box resides on a table in my office. As I passed by this morning, I paused and picked it up. As I opened it, the stream of yellow acrylic sheet, neatly wound up and epoxied into the recycled spigot above fell out. Huh! The plug seems to have disappeared! How art mimics life, in subtle ways! I just learned that workers attempted to send in a robot to survey the problem and the radiation level took out the robot in an hour. Meanwhile, nuclear waste leaks in the Pacific. I love(d) fish? The filth part? I guess that’s the title of the piece, “The Irony of Fukushima.”