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Category Artwork (Digital) / Doodle
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File Size 530.3 kB
Such a beautiful, subtle yet powerful alegory of modern life.
A cow dares to break the monochromy and symmetry of a simplicistic landscape, introducing the loudest possible chromatic clash known: black spots on a white surface, violently irreverent, the ying and the yang energically colliding on our eyes, an explosion highlighted by the profane exposition of her rosy udders, the eternal symbol of sensuality, sweetness, big and round udders, filled with milk and life, and irremisibly linked with the paradigm of maternity.
Despite her intrusion in this universe, the cow blankly stares at us. In spite of her awkward presence in this microuniverse, in spite of her position at the very centre of the composition, depite her being at the top of an impossibly vertical hill... she stares at us, and blankly, like all cows do. Here we have a simple 'reality check', a rememberance that, far beyond any alegorization we may do in our simple, overly analytic minds, a cow is always a cow, nothing more, nothing less.
But these are small criticisms. One can't fail to notice the presence of fresh grass in her muzzle. Grass that will have a long way in the intestinal tract of the animal, in a complex process mysterious to us, non-ruminant beings, who can't fail to be impressed at the magic of nature, that will convert that grass into milk, one of the pillars of our daily nutritional needings, as a grim rememberance of our dependence to natural resources.
In the sky, clouds as white as milk bring us again to the metaphor of how expensive milk has become as of late, as the crisis raises its price to stratospheric levO MY GOD IT'S A COW YOU DREW A COW AND I CAN SEE IT BECAUSE YOU UPLOADED IT TO THE INTERNEST
A cow dares to break the monochromy and symmetry of a simplicistic landscape, introducing the loudest possible chromatic clash known: black spots on a white surface, violently irreverent, the ying and the yang energically colliding on our eyes, an explosion highlighted by the profane exposition of her rosy udders, the eternal symbol of sensuality, sweetness, big and round udders, filled with milk and life, and irremisibly linked with the paradigm of maternity.
Despite her intrusion in this universe, the cow blankly stares at us. In spite of her awkward presence in this microuniverse, in spite of her position at the very centre of the composition, depite her being at the top of an impossibly vertical hill... she stares at us, and blankly, like all cows do. Here we have a simple 'reality check', a rememberance that, far beyond any alegorization we may do in our simple, overly analytic minds, a cow is always a cow, nothing more, nothing less.
But these are small criticisms. One can't fail to notice the presence of fresh grass in her muzzle. Grass that will have a long way in the intestinal tract of the animal, in a complex process mysterious to us, non-ruminant beings, who can't fail to be impressed at the magic of nature, that will convert that grass into milk, one of the pillars of our daily nutritional needings, as a grim rememberance of our dependence to natural resources.
In the sky, clouds as white as milk bring us again to the metaphor of how expensive milk has become as of late, as the crisis raises its price to stratospheric levO MY GOD IT'S A COW YOU DREW A COW AND I CAN SEE IT BECAUSE YOU UPLOADED IT TO THE INTERNEST
'It's a cow.'
'Yes. You like art?'
'Oh yes, yes, especially Late... Art. I mean, there, the way he's captured the look... the cow's looking... over there... we can't see what the cow's seeing... you know, maybe the artist is saying... cows know something... we don't.'
'Yes. You like art?'
'Oh yes, yes, especially Late... Art. I mean, there, the way he's captured the look... the cow's looking... over there... we can't see what the cow's seeing... you know, maybe the artist is saying... cows know something... we don't.'
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