I like this piece on a social level because it is easily appreciated by contemporary art connoisseurs due to it's undeniable confidence in conceptual prowess, yet accessible also to those unfamiliar or even disinterested in modern art or art all together for the very same reason. It speaks.
But I like the piece on a personal level, because (apart from the fact that I feel it sums up the perception of our memory with time...memories fade with the millions of other stimuli that poke us from every which way, but still remain as a faded stamp among the bombardment) it puts into Art, a concept I have been trying to put into words, but have not jumped into yet on this blog, since it's still a budding yet seemingly fundamental concept: The concept of the construction of many little working parts banding together to create a whole as it applies to the microcosmic level of many atoms making a molecule, many molecules making a cell, many cells making tissue, much tissue making an organ, many organs making a body, many bodies making a family, many families making a society, many societies making state....and the macrocosm level of many continents making a planet, many planets making a solar system, many solar systems making a galaxy, many galaxies making a universe and....so on?
If at such a microscopic level at a division even smaller than atoms, quirks and bosons, many independently different aspects of matter and energy coalesce together to form something greater, and if at every level on up this gestaltan concept remains in tact, does it not render that at the end of the day our entire galaxy could just be an atomic particle within a molecule of the acrylic paint making up one of the many pieces that form our wistful yet patient Rainy Days female figure.
