There’s a reason I never “got” abstract-expressionist art. People that ask “yes, but what does it mean?” get kicked out of abstract expressionist galleries and shows. Also, I don’t personally think that art should look that much like a test pattern. Or, in this case, the contents of a baby’s diaper when said baby experienced the joy of spinach for the first time.
What we have here clearly is an epic battle between the haves, represented by a sort of farm-fresh green that you might see in a pretty spring meadow after the rain washed things down to a 60% color saturation, and the have-nots, here shown as a color that can really be best described as “Texas Summer.” You can’t say the grass is always greener here because no, it’s not.
The artist was actually widely recognized for her skill within her medium. Very few of her contemporaries could paint with their WHOLE face.
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