Comments on: A Bigger Splash http://interpretation.scene360.com/popart/18/ From Renaissance to Pop Art. See, feel, and interpret! Wed, 20 Aug 2008 20:33:52 +0000 http://wordpress.org/?v=2.2.2 By: Nancy http://interpretation.scene360.com/popart/18/#comment-7329 Nancy Tue, 23 Oct 2007 00:53:15 +0000 http://interpretation.scene360.com/popart/18/#comment-7329 Great work! I love it! Great work! I love it!

]]> By: Geoff http://interpretation.scene360.com/popart/18/#comment-4122 Geoff Fri, 27 Jul 2007 00:48:48 +0000 http://interpretation.scene360.com/popart/18/#comment-4122 Someone just did a big poo in the pool. Someone just did a big poo in the pool.

]]> By: Tamra http://interpretation.scene360.com/popart/18/#comment-3943 Tamra Sat, 21 Jul 2007 13:38:40 +0000 http://interpretation.scene360.com/popart/18/#comment-3943 Air--water. Suffocation--drowning. The harsh lines of the building, windows, chair, diving board and trees--the heavy blueness of the sky--the unremitting brightness--all combine to create an atmosphere of blinding, suffocating blankness. There is no relief, no air, no blessed shade here. The only option is to dive into the cool blue water--to disappear, and to be surrounded by soothing wetness. But there's no air here either--how to breathe? Air--water. Suffocation--drowning. What do you choose? Air–water. Suffocation–drowning.

The harsh lines of the building, windows, chair, diving board and trees–the heavy blueness of the sky–the unremitting brightness–all combine to create an atmosphere of blinding, suffocating blankness. There is no relief, no air, no blessed shade here. The only option is to dive into the cool blue water–to disappear, and to be surrounded by soothing wetness.

But there’s no air here either–how to breathe?

Air–water. Suffocation–drowning. What do you choose?

]]> By: S. Kartsonis http://interpretation.scene360.com/popart/18/#comment-3158 S. Kartsonis Mon, 25 Jun 2007 18:04:39 +0000 http://interpretation.scene360.com/popart/18/#comment-3158 Must have been you there, dived-in and disappeared. Must have been you there, the water abloom in sparks, the day around you so smooth, the two palms requesting of the weather a little lean-to, the clean lines of building and board, the burn-in in memory mostly Grecian blue, purest white nd the stab at the foreground of yellow. Must have been you once, hitting the surface knifely & lean, breaking through with such ease--my better bright, my electic eel, my slender saviour, you there crashing through, water geysering where you'd been and lightning in your wake. Must have been you there, dived-in and disappeared. Must have been you there, the water abloom in sparks, the day around you so smooth, the two palms requesting of the weather a little lean-to, the clean lines of building and board, the burn-in in memory mostly Grecian blue, purest white nd the stab at the foreground of yellow. Must have been you once, hitting the surface knifely & lean, breaking through with such ease–my better bright, my electic eel, my slender saviour, you there crashing through, water geysering where you’d been and lightning in your wake.

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