No story is the same to us after a lapse of time; or rather we who read it are no longer the same interpreters.
I came across this older piece from back in early 2001. I remember this piece, an 18″ by 26″ painting on paper called Siesta, very well. I recall being conflicted on this piece. On one hand, I liked it very much for its simple construction and the ease with which it seemed to evoke its emotion. But there was a part of me that felt it was too contrived or too thought out– it was just trying too hard.
Or so it seemed at the time.
But with fifteen years between us, I began to just look at it just as it is. The things I liked about it then I liked just as much now. Maybe more because it has a simplicity and ease that I now know is a very hard thing to capture. I find myself being less bothered by the subject, by the idea of the sun hanging as a disc from the tree limb. It just doesn’t seem too matter to me now in this piece. It’s like the positive parts far outweigh what I once felt were negatives.
And that goes to the quote at the top from George Eliot. Our perceptions and interpretations change as we ourselves change with age and experience. I often run across my own work that I either liked or disliked at one point. But time finds me now feeling very much different about some of these pieces.
And there are some about which I feel absolutely the same, good or bad. Maybe it’s that some things just don’t change or maybe it’s that I have to age and grow a bit more.
We’ll give that a shot.