It cannot be argued that art, exactly like life itself, is indeed full of ironies. It is needless to even elaborate on that as man is witness to life’s each and every passing day. Without further ado, this art is a living example of such.
Irony, indeed. The drabness, the subdued color and the atmosphere of the location in the piece just seem to highlight the physique of the stunningly statuesque figure of the nude woman standing in the middle of the staircase. The place where the picture was taken seems to be as more lifeless than black and white, more bland than gray.
The highlight of the picture is the naked figure of the woman posing, inviting and enticing the viewer, sexual and yet eerie and mysterious at the same time. She in a way symbolizes a lighthouse illuminating a quiet, melancholic sea, the light at the end of the tunnel and an oasis in amidst the scorching heat of the desert. Sensual and seducing and at the same time withholding, as her breasts are in full bare but only the scarce lighting keeping her most intimate private part away from view. She holds the power. She can only permit so much of her to be seen. In a way, the woman’s pose translates into how women subtly exude control. Men control the world, but in a very sly way, women control men.
The abandoned location as the backdrop only serves as booster to the woman’s pose in this piece. The woman’s nudity seems to entice, and so is her pose. But the irony yet again is this: how could it be that a very attractive, beautiful and pristine woman be posing naked like this and of all places? The argument in this subject is as perplexing as the eternal enigma and the greatest question itself – how to read the mind of a woman.
© Robert WK Clark