As Picasso said,” it isn’t up to the artist to define the symbols; it is the public who look at the art must interpret the symbols as they understand them.” Gross, ugly, grotesque, unpleasant, hideous are the words that strike the mind at the sight of these blood smeared forms. ‘BLOOD’ indeed is grotesque yet beautiful in art as it provokes multiple responses that might attract and repulse at the same time. It simultaneously represents purity and impurity, the sacred and the profane, life and death. We as a society, have the responsibility to take these symbolic interpretations to learn from the past to better the future.
The broken white egg, where ‘white’ being associated with light represents peace, purity and goodness and the ‘egg’ may symbolize both a mother’s womb and the lap of mother earth, that nourishes us, protects us and we in return bleeds them.
The blood oozing out of cracks, mutilated bodies, the scratches on the face of the egg, body flowing out of it into a thick vicious puddle of blood; all these images screams out the plight of a Mother; mother that gives life and the mother ‘nature’ that sustains life; mother that cries when her children are in pain and the mother that suffers at the hands of its children.
I need say no more other than quoting words of Devayani Reddi,
“…….In my beloved forests nightingales would sing
In answer to their call birds could rest a wing
But now my tress have fallen to Man’s greed
I am Mother Nature and I bleed, I bleed…………..
Man is a monster, endlessly encroaching upon me
“Have you no soul, beast? I’m dying can’t you see?”
He only laughs, paying no heed to my plea
And tells me to be slaughtered had always been my destiny.
Gather round sons and daughters, blood red is my vision
To see the light leave our eyes is Man’s only mission
One last time I will kiss you all to sleep
I am Mother Nature and I bleed, I bleed”.