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| This picture appeared out of some marks
I'd painted on the page. I
imagined some swirling commotion inside a container, which then became
a washing machine / alchemical vessel . It reminds me of the psychological meaning of the Solutio: a watery confusion of feelings. The people have lost themselves in something bigger than they are. Maybe there had been a tryst or a fight. The participation mystique in their joining, be it in love or hate, has already happened. There is a feeling of death and separation. Everyone is lost in their own thoughts, asleep to their surroundings while unseen forces are brewing inside the containment of the machine. |