I shall let Shruti take over the story...
“He wears a suit stolen from a Chagall painting,
Carries a breathing
bouquet, that exhales scent around him,
She appears in a
dress, bias cut from an O’Keefe flower.
After meeting on
Crocodile Street, they will fly,
Marry above the
clouds, entwined, counting stars, until the dawn.
When
I first read the poem, I instantly thought of love. The first three
lines, descriptive as they are, painted the picture for me. I knew
what would be and how. I could imagine it all perfectly - Chagall’s
Suit, the color pallet I would use for the artwork would be inspired
by Chagall’s works and O’Keefe’s Iris, unevenly cut into a
dress, flowing and romantic.
Moving further with the lines in the poem, I decided to watch Schultz’s famous crocodile street once before deciding on how to go about the artwork. Having been a student of psychology, the animation, connected my line of thought to ‘Maslow’s triangle’ immediately. I was aware that the Paul was not making a reference to the triangle of hierarchy but reading the last two lines, how two souls in fancy costumes, having met in this mortal world become one, above the clouds, beyond the worldly pleasures that consume them, steered my mind towards the concept. The reference to ‘flying’ made me think of Rumi’s quote, “Somewhere beyond right and wrong, there is a garden. I will meet you there.” Yes, it’s not really what the poem is about but this is how my mind gradually created a picture.
It
had to be that, the words, reverberated in my mind. This is how I
would make this artwork my own, give it a little twist!
Hence,
the background is triangular in shape. On it are the two people. A
woman wearing the bias cut dress and the man, sans Chagall’s suit.
Eve’s apple sitting at the bottom, depicting the basic needs. As
the eyes gradually move upwards, one will notice, cars, buildings
etc. depicting social needs, need for safety, etc.
Right
at the top, sealed into a kiss, with no facial features, they are
one, connected only by their beating hearts. It does not matter who
you are and where you come from. The only thing that really matters
is how you feel.
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