Here is the painting, I call it, Raining In My Heart
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THE FIGURE STRIKES ME AS A CONTEMPLATIVE MAN, UMBRELLA UP, BUT ONLY A DRIZZLE REMAINS AFTER A HEAVY RAIN (THE BLACK DOWNWARD STROKES TO THE RIGHT APPEAR TO REPRESENT A GOODLY AMOUNT OF WATER STILL DRIPPING FROM A BRANCH.) I CAN'T MAKE UP MY MIND WHETHER HE IS TROUBLED WITH HIS THOUGHTS OR JUST TAKING A PEACEFUL STROLL??? Dolly
Rene is heading home to his usual dinner of late (since his wife left him) of a simple plate of Gruyere, boiled egg, roasted fennel and bread which he tears into bite sized pieces and eats as he gazes out his kitchen window in hopes of her return.Au Revoir, Amy
i think the little guy's obviously not too happy, guessing by the grayness of everything around him. i dont think he's seeing much of the worlds wonders right now, he's sort of stuck in his own little gray world, not really knowing where he's going at all, metaphorically speaking of coarse. Ben
Hey Kim,I think the man is least significant in the picture.He is the opposite of all that surrounds him. He is passing through.Trees, Stone or asphalt streets,buildings and the sky are permanent,or semi-permanent. He is fleeting they are staying.Its alot bigger than him.xoxo Cathy
My name is Mr. Smith, It is here that I take solitude in my day, recapping my day's thinking. Everything that went on today,everything that I still have to do. Every thing that I would like to do. Yet I find the wet cold dark night a blanket to the very thought of now. How lucky I am to have the job,and to be done with my day and to have this small space in time to call my own,safe under my umbrella.I'm going home to my humble castle,where I'll make a homemade chicken soup,with warm biscuits. I'll unclothe and get into the comforts of my sweats. I'll build a fire in my fire place and snugggle in with the new book I bought. I look forward to this time of day. I love my long walk home each day and....Libby
Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone….Ain’t no sunshine when she’s gone, and this time she’s gone to stay. And I know I know I know I know….(man in the picture) John
I think he is late for work, he is a business man in a suit and is walking very fast to get there. Jill
He had been walking forever it seemed. Walking and thinking, watching the rain fly off the tips of his shoes. Why hadn't he taken the car in and had it looked at. Now he was miles from where he left it and miles from where he had to be. No one was out. Too rainy, too dismal for walkers. Walking and walking, well he needed time to think anyway, thinking of what had happened that week. He wasn't sure why he had been so jumpy. Why did he let this build up all week, this ball inside him. Walking and walking, he looked up. Crap, where am I? How did I get here? Which way should I go? On one side it looked so bleak, almost like an abandoned street, the other way was more alive. He turned , hoping he was right. Lost for sure, but hoping he was right.Stacey
I'm a person that likes color. However, I can appreciate something in black and white. It's artistic. It tells its own story and really sets a tone and a mood for what is being portrayed. However, you called the painting "Raining in my Heart." I automatically felt sad when I read that title. I'm not sure what is causing the rain in the man's heart or if you are even referring to the man's heart and not someone else's, for that matter. But when I look at the tree, I automatically want to see green! The street is probably black and wet from the rain. The buildings are probably brown and dingy red brick with gray. The sky is probably gray from the storm. The man is a business man with a black trench coat and probably a black umbrella.
But the one thing in that painting that I noticed was that you didn't portray the tree as a sad and gray, leafless twig. You painted leaves! Leaves are green and beautiful. I imagine this as a rainy, spring day. The season of the start of new life! The tree is just starting to grow leaves, again. It is starting new life. Even though most of the world around the man is sad and gray, he looks up at the tree and sees new life. He sees the small green leaves as a glimmer of new life and a glimmer of hope in his sad world on that day.
The message that I get from the painting is that even though it may be raining in your heart sometimes, there is always something to look forward to! There is always something to focus on that can make you happy and get you through the day. For the man, it was the green leaves. They inspired him to look at the positive and look through the rain to see the sun that tomorrow will bring. He might have had a harsh winter. He may have lost a loved one, lost his job, felt lonely, etc... But when he saw the green leaves starting to peak out from the tree, it signified to him the start of new life. It inspired him to start HIS new life...to leave the past in the past and start this new season with a new attitude. The dreary days will soon be gone and the sun will shine! Holly Jean
