“Black Apples”, oil on board
Centerpoint does not have to be a point, actually. Here, the conflict is spread across the whole picture.
You may note that this painting is square, a format liked by Instagram, but often rejected by artists. A rectangle shape, be it vertical or horizontal, itself gives dynamics to a painting, as it sets your eyes in motion (vertically or horizontally) simply because of its own shape and a promise that there is something beyond the boundaries of the picture. A square paintings basically tells you that all you need to know, all you need to see – is in there.
So, those who’ve been with this blog before, know that the first step is to carefully look into the painting and list what you see:
- A red chair with a pattern of crosses on the upholstery
- Another worn-out chair on this the objects are placed
- Black, obviously rotten apples and some “healthy” ones
- A red flower pot
- A plant, mostly green but with a few lower leaves picking up brown colors
- The blue rectangle against the greenish wall on the right – perhaps, a drying up work featuring blue skies.
Now, once the square format told us that we need not look any further, let’s try to make sense of what we see inside it.
Simply put, this still life’s conflict is about life and death, their balance and eternal co-existence.
Death: Apples, that fell from the tree, i.e. lost their connection with nature and are rotting. There are a few of them looking relatively well, but the blackness is spreading like a disease among them. They soon would be dead too.
Life: The read pot, again the colour of the blood, with the green plant in it stands out as a symbol of life (the green of the plant as if feeding on the red of the pot). The plant may one day grow into a tree that will be producing its own apples. There is a tint of death on it though (those two yellowing and blackening leaves on the lower branch) as a symbol of life not being eternal and all rosy.
Life and Death Cycle: The read, blood coloured chair, with curvy, oval, almost natural lines (painted with the same browns as dead apples) stands out as a symbol of life and death cycle, revolving around the three crosses.
And now, the hope. Well, it is the blue colour, the colour of the sky. Without it, we won’t know that there is a whole world out there, for which this still life poem is intended.
Let me know your thoughts, for I look forward to your build-ups.