Voices, the serene and melodic whispers that embrace the sandy beaches of Fire Island inspire deep introspection. Summoning contemplation of the souls who have graced these hallowed shores. Within life’s intricate tapestry, we uncover the profound teachings of humility and the avoidance of avarice. Though seemingly straightforward, these lessons often elude us in the respect that cannot be procured through material means; they are earned through a life well-lived, through choices and actions that speak volumes.
Inevitably, we stumble along our paths, yearning for the elusive ability to turn back the hands of time. Rectifying our mistakes with unwavering wisdom. Alas, this learning remains naught but a nostalgic notion. However, while we still traverse the realm of the living, we retain the opportunity to redeem ourselves, mend our ways, and forge a better future. It is all too easy to cast judgment upon those with pure hearts, for we, as a collective, have grown accustomed to the presence of goodness, often taking it for granted. Therefore, it becomes our duty to stand resolute and unwavering in our values and virtues, refusing to allow the insidious voices of doubt and despair to drain our spirits.
Alas, life is not a universal formula, and we must reckon with the consequences of our actions. Moreover, this painting serves as a testament to the frailty of those souls. Who relentlessly seek to drag others into the abyss of their discontent. The victims of their circumstances remain ill-equipped intermediaries, for they depart this world empty-handed in the final act.
Tragically, it has led to the downfall of approximately six hundred and forty vessels. Ending their journey prematurely upon these very shores.
But, in the face of gales, their voices echo through the air, whispering words of reunion. As the gusts recede, their souls find solace, finding respite within the lighthouse peace.
In short, this creation, aptly titled “Voices,” is a tribute to the legions of souls who have left an indelible imprint upon the Long Island seashore. They navigated the ebb and flow of existence, forever interwoven with the vastness of the boundless ocean.
On the same coin, good and evil come from different experiences. The person is brought to light by crime when the murder of his parent leaves a devastating mark on his young life. The other is forced to pay for his father’s crimes, serving time in prison. This experience made him want to fight the people who sent him there.
Both use violence to achieve their aims. One in the name of good, the other evil. Different perspectives from deep insecurity brought by their devastating experience as children.
The turmoil and social construct of the world influence them, not for good. Governments and corporations utilize media to direct the aimless dance of youth with commercialism and division. Greed and hatred forged by the power-hungry create a societal breakdown infused with resentment and chaos.
However, some join and embrace the lies and deception to perpetuate and benefit from the madness and confusion. But, others will fight to bring those responsible for their crimes, of which they create a system to allow themselves to operate freely, to a natural justice where the truth reigns supreme.
Nonetheless, the superhero and the villain. Metaphorical creations reveal the observed reality of the world where the many are fighting the few.
But we are itching to find out who is behind that mask. Further, to create mystery, curiosity plays with our minds. We perceive what they want us to see from them, which is an unclear personality that may not even be real. The painting shows both posing and glazing on the right side, but by their looks, they have found something even more significant than themselves.
It amazes me to see how people change from one moment to the next by being cynical. Seeing them degrade themselves without achieving satisfaction is exhausting. However, at the end of our lives, we take nothing with us, and our bodies will return to the ground.
It is not a Rivera but a Lucin; I have been developing this subject for years. Further info it represents life dangers. It is related to human beings in general, for it concerns how fragile we are. There are many symbols and anecdotes where the idea came from and became a meaningful theme.
The name is originally from the indigenous Chaco in New Mexico, Anasazi’s descendants. Then there is another first version, called “ Redemption,” which apologizes to all those poor dead souls. Further, the model kneels in a fetal position, portending its next step to free its soul.
A spontaneous subject goes through many ideas to become his own. Back to the concept, the bull, in exhaustion, rests its head down, waiting to stave Chaco. At that point, the portrayed man without shoes is ready to enter heaven, a traditional symbol of purity. However, despite this, his entity is at risk. The whole scene symbolizes fear of the dead, besides the eagerness for humankind to risk Life. We are very connected to how sensitive and fragile our Life is. The excitement of feeling dead knocking behind our backs makes us feel alive, at least for a second. Hence, respect exists on the other side of us; we are ready to accept our presage. By removing our shoes, we are revering out pureness to enter the holy ground.
On the other hand, considering feedback from people, some have seen the bull horns as a halo. Finally, others comment that it is evil and accept it as a part of Life.
In conclusion, one moment, we are here, and the other, we may disappear. Anything else does not matter anymore. Problems are gone, and from here is one step to mortality.
