Fury of Feathers
An angel bursts on to the scene, feathers ablaze in motion, arms outstretched, and erupting in lush, soft, pink petals.
But it is entering the rusted, the earthly, and the filthy.
There are faces emerging now: one is obscured behind the angel and the angel’s face is masked by a menacing portrait whose eyes are blackened. This dark angel is swooping down in a glory of feathers and flowers, but there is an uneasy tension. A hand is clutching this angel/demon child.
To the right, two legs stand on tiptoe on a tightrope – the ballerina “en pointe”. The feet are bound and one is reminded of the pain involved in beauty. Lines determine this person’s fate: the line that supports her weight now and the black knot that cuts through her. A sinister cane enters the ballerina’s performance in an act of amputation, a means to end the show. There is no applause. The figure below may be a foreshadowing of a last gasp before the surrender, but this is a sweet surrender. The viewer is lulled into a soft pillow. This figure is exhaling, falling, or perhaps sleeping.
The composition is torn. There are horizon lines suggested: the thick black line in the center, the tightrope and the torn edge below. The angel, on its diagonal descent, breaks through these lines, but reveals a frightening face. It offers no solace. The hands are stretched out, but do not stretch towards.