Curious
how classical artworks often depict the personification of Time as a
bald old man with
a flowing gray beard, laboring under the weight of his scythe and hourglass. It seems to me that the Old Masters got their symbolism wrong
there.
Surely a more accurately analogy for Time would be an indecisive woman preparing for an evening out; constantly restyling her hair into ever more complex architectural designs, ceaselessly applying layers of variegated lipsticks that never dry, kicking off and slipping out of unacceptable shoe after unacceptable shoe, casting yet another rejected black dress onto the furiously
spinning hands of a demented cuckoo clock. And somewhere, buried deep in dense, impenetrable jungle at the bottom of her closet, is the handbag that for some inexplicable reason she really, really needs tonight.
Only such an interminable moment as
this can give
a true picture of the utterly remorseless void of never-ending
eternity.
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Agreed, but it's hard to imagine drawing a telling symbolic figure, like that of OFT, of such a chaotic bird.
Posted by: Anna | August 31, 2007 at 09:58
Good for people to know.
Posted by: Nita | October 28, 2008 at 11:34