Sky Door
Acrylic, transfer print on watercolor paper. Poplar frame. 13 x 21”.
This image came from a really strange and vintage romance book. I didn’t read it (can you believe that?). But it looked like an illustrated children’s book in everything from size to amount of text. Maybe it was made for a certain subset of infantile woman, or maybe it’s a picture/poetry book that used to be more common.
This image stood out to me, because while, presumably, these are our two lovers, this images implies an unbalanced dynamic: doctor and patient? father and daughter? master and maid? There is a firm male authority behind the door, and a tentative, insecure feminine energy on the other side.
Has he been cultured from birth that he has the right to lead? And has she been cultured from birth to question herself? Likely.
To me, it’s a dynamic I’ve had to overcome in my life. I’d like it to stay in the past. Behind the closed doors of history. Fading into the sunset.