We All Fall In Love Sometimes
William Blake is an enigmatic person to me. I have to confess, I initially thought he was foremost a poet, but it turns out he executed some rather mysterious pictures. It is hard to imagine how a life such as his must have been.
I find this to be a highly intriguing painting. The extremely confident protagonist is actually quite inspiring, a painting—I think—to keep in mind when times are low. Each beginning entails new hope, new horizons, and new possibilities.
Some paintings are just illustrations. This is one such painting.
The scene in this painting can easily be dismissed as something trivial, as an everyday happening. But (with some imagination) it might just as well serve as a reflection of something deeper.
It is interesting how motives of painting and photography sometimes blend, and gives rise to seeing both mediums in different ways.
