No, no, no, it’s darkness. It’s like eclipse the other day, don’t you see? The Bat is the sun, the fiery star… You and others are the moon blocking his light. He can’t shine on me and me on him if you’re all in the way of his ray!
Georges Rochegrosse (1859–1938), Le Chevalier aux Fleurs (The Knight of the Flowers) (detail) (1894), oil on canvas, 235.5 x 374 cm, Musée d’Orsay, Paris. Wikimedia Commons.
We’ll, you all know the truth now.
“I have been carrying out a dialogue between the landscape and the female body (based on my own silhouette). I believe this has been a direct result of my having been torn from my homeland (Cuba) during my adolescence. I am overwhelmed by the feeling of having been cast from the womb (nature). My art is the way I re-establish the bonds that unite me to the universe. It is a return to the maternal source.” – Ana Mendieta
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