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The Dream | 1897 | Ferdinand Hodler

#art #painting #ArtNouveau #symbolism #hodler

guess I have to interprete this #symbolism.. is the man dead? is she mourning her loss? who is dreaming?

...shook @skidder@thepirate.party ...you're awake! ...you'll get the hang of this in no time

ah, a literalist's metaphor! xD

How does one start communities? I was in Absurdist Arts on G+. So fanciful and fun, with all the many interpretations of work. Metaphor's galore!

I think this is the fantasy of the artist. Poppy sedation, a brightly colored figure, snaking orange hair or a stark nude, with cold earth tones, dreaming passionately. One soft, one rigid. (It was all I could muster, sorry/lame. ;-) @skidder@thepirate.party and @I am not Alice)

We use #hashtags here.. but I am not master, myself.

I see. I'll try a few.

Where is iana? Maybe out and about enjoying the weather?

I'd ask him what the matter was
But I know that he don't talk

I like that. I'm reading that Holder had a lot of loss and death during his life. The male kind of looks like him...actually.

As soon as I saw this painting, I thought of Klimpt.

...who’s dreaming who @Michele Hax? …it’s all so coffin & loss

…as for communities on here, I heard a suggestion somewhere that you could form a kind of grouping using a unique hashtag, or perhaps really get creative and have a whole Pod dedicated to ‘Absurdist Arts’?

...how can you not get symbolism here @skidder@thepirate.party? ...death, dreams, and fate, portrayed as anything, are, by definition, symbolic, becoming more so as we, the viewers, add in our own personal experiences

...I like your comparison to Klimt's style @Michele Hax

I guess my problem is determining who is dreaming.. there is not necessarily a death involved (the context is off-screen). I don't see symbolism just the act.

...I'm reminded of Poe's "Dream Within A Dream" @skidder@thepirate.party:

Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow —
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in a day,
In a vision, or in none,
Is it therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.


I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand —
How few! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep — while I weep!
O God! Can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O God! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?