Traditional Art
From dabblers to masters, obscure to popular and ancient to futuristic, this is an inclusive community dedicated to showcasing all types of art by all kinds of artists, as long as they're made in a traditional medium
'Traditional' here means 'Physical', as in artworks which are NON-DIGITAL in nature.
What's allowed: Acrylic, Pastel, Encaustic, Gouache, Oil and Watercolor Paintings; Ink Illustrations; Manga Panels; Pencil and Charcoal sketches; Collages; Etchings; Lithographs; Wood Prints; Pottery; Ceramics; Metal, Wire and paper sculptures; Tapestry; weaving; Qulting; Wood carvings, Armor Crafting and more.
What's not allowed: Digital art (anything made with Photoshop, Clip Studio Paint, Krita, Blender, GIMP or other art programs) or AI art (anything made with Stable Diffusion, Midjourney or other models)
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It's definitely interesting but not sure I see the connection to time. Does anyone else?
I think the old man is the important piece of the picture. Our entire lives are spent climbing away from inescapable death. No matter what we do, a missed hand hold will eventually result in the fall into blackness. The old mans body is bound to fail him, and he will fall.
The thing I like most is the light that the subject of the painting is climbing towards. Sometimes, when I am in a situation where a negative outcome is unchangeable, I don't want to deal with it at all. why play the game of life when we all lose, sort of thing. I think the light is what makes it worth traversing the perils of the pit. I think the light is the things that make life worth living.
But I'm just some dude, and that's what I see. I think someone smarter will be able to tell me I'm wrong.
I think your interpretation is fine and is yours to keep - what you see is as valid as what someone "smarter" might think.
I really like that interpritation of the use of light. Hope, even in perilous circumstances.
I believe the walls are closing in, and the guy is trying to climb out in time.
But the spikes don't have holes to go in, so they will prevent the walls from closing completely anyway.
drr drr drr...
Yes. As you progress forward to new points of stability, you lose contact with the previous ones. It feels like you’re accumulating things in life, but time is entropy’s ceaseless expansion, and the things you relied on before are behind you and possibly even occluded by so many other layers of things in your life.
You’re hoping to reach somewhere to stop, but all there are, are handholds spaced too far to drape yourself across two.
You can’t rest. You have to keep reaching and climbing. And then one day you find ten years have got behind you.