A few years ago I was in South Beach Miami hanging out with one of my best friends. Out of the blue, and a very talented and sought after European Artist approached me and asked me if I would mind being his muse for a painting. Of course I was very flattered but I wanted to know what that meant exactly.....hopefully nothing that involved me being nude. Well, as luck would have it, he just wanted to paint a painting based on his perception and overall feelings about me. He proceeded to talk to me for about two hours and a week later this is what he painted. He dubbed it Wandalania!
To be honest, when I first saw the painting I could not get past the nudity! When asked what I
thought about it, all I could gasp after a very long ackward pause was ".......uhhhhh..ummm........its cool" Trust me, it was not cool. Nope, not even a little bit.
You would think being an Artist myself, I would be used to seeing this by now, but somehow this was different. This nude figure is his perception of me. Why am I naked?!!!!!.....did he perceive me as being provocative?.....a diva?..........incomplete or conflicted? I hate to admit it but I went deep into the cerebrum on this one, I completely over analyzed his art, which by the way sold for thousands to one of his wealthy South Beach clients. Of course that didn't mean anything to me, so, I filed the picture of the painting away and totally forgot about it until yesterday. (I was sorting through old stuff)
Now that I am looking at this with fresh eyes I see so much more than what I saw at first. I see my love for animals, water, plants and the earth. I see myself on a path fully embracing the journey with confidence and swag. Try as I may though, I dont know what the little figure disappearing into me is....maybe it symbolizes growth, like as I grow, the older weaker me is swallowed by the more stronger better me? What do you think, any ideas?