Hope
This painting never fails to move me because new life is really what hope is all about. I love the little details, the belly button transformed into a pumpkin stem, the fullness of pregnancy on a waifish frame, the delicate shading on her buttocks, the serious expression on her face.I love the wisdom here.
Hope is always best recognized when the surrounding world is threatening.
The horrors compel you to study them, but when hope is there, they're the minor characters.
Hope can drive the darkness into the background.
Hope's vulnerability is part of her beauty and her strength.
Hope I by Gustav Klimt
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posted by Cynthia at
9:18 AM
7 Comments:
Funny how art can be so subjective. I'm not sure I've ever seen a female's complete body while pregnant. But, the more I looked at the picture the more it freaked me out that something so small could accomodate something so large. Scares the bejeebers out of me. But, I've never been pregnant. :-)
love this painting... and I adored being pregnant. I would do it again in a heartbeat:) Big hug your way. judi
What an incredible painting. My pregnancies made me so desperately ill that I looked pretty much like that (unlikely as it seems today and red hair excluded). But what really captivates me is that mixture of hope and horror. Wonderful.
And Cynthia, I am finally catching up on journals that I have missed out on during too much illness and too much to do. I'm looking forwward to reading all of your recent entries.
A beautiful painting and a beautiful title. Like Judi, I loved being pregnant. Loved it. And now, look what came of it. We have our beautiful offspring going out into the world, all of them beginning in that glorious swollen belly.
I enjoyed your last entries, too, Cynthia - life is never dull for you, is it? ;)
Love, Vicky xx
Hope. There remain three, faith, hope and love. And the greatest of these is love. Hard to love without hope. Hard to maintain faith without hope. Hope is one of the estentials.
Hope can drive the darkness into the background.
Pregnancty metaphors aside, I find this is a recurring theme in my life...
I'm another who loved being pregnant and loved the anticipation of a new life. Thanks for sharing this.
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