barnaby furnas... can move me to tears. I know I'm odd.
oh i have to explain now:
at first glance i thought it was a brilliant splash of vibrant reds..an abstract painting. then i saw little sparks of light which reminded me of a decaying city in the midst of war, it's towers crumbling behind the noise.
then it hit me.
it was blood.
and the sharp lines and crude sploches was made by bullets and came from the dying soldiers and their horses. it was a majestic scene of chaos and death frozen on an oil canvas.
and then there was the sun that stood untouched against a serene blue, cloudless sky; they bleed to death and the sun still shines brightly, oblivious to the carnage below.life goes on amidst the chaos and flying bullets that you think is consuming your life. i teared up when I saw this because honestly, i felt like i was dying that day. and the painting just kind of spoke to me and said, stfu you child, move along.
and my eyes welled up because I was so grateful that someone was able to put it all into perspective. and it didn't trivialize my grievances. it made it look majestic and beautiful.
Written on October 17, 2006
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i had the same thought process as you...it takes a moment to hit you, but it has almost a haunting effect once it does.
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