Betrayed

The first episode of my “Trilogy of Mother Nature” is about her sad betrayal by her own beloved children, as well as they do with everyone else in their own society. “Betrayed”, somehow due to its subject, is very complicated, and needs more time and attention to view and comprehend the meanings of my chosen icons, compared to my other works.

In this scene, Mother Nature herself is sitting on a tiny wooden Polish chair, bleeding, having been viciously stabbed in the back with a big dagger, by her own ignorant creatures, her children. She, with her very big heart and immense selflessness, quietly but gracefully, is still offering a beautiful red rose to humanity. It is a sign of her forgiveness, her pure heart, beauty, grace, and generosity to all of us at all time, even if she definitely might be in pain because she is badly hurt.

She is still trying to carry on and survive, by playing like a real puppeteer with one of her first creations, a fish. There is even a small woodpecker, which is caressing and climbing on her leg, on her knee, cleaning some of her natural crevices on her leg and some dried blood on her very weak body, and making a drilling sound, hoping to keep her from falling asleep. No matter how small, the little woodpecker, somehow, is more innocent, careful and lovely than all of us so-called “humans”. Next to her there is a hermit sitting next to her on a small clock, yet without any hands, meaning anytime, or no time at all. I hope this Whirling Dervish is having fun with his timeless clock. He does not want our creator to go to a world that we don’t know about, another world that no matter what, we should respect one day. We should know well that world, the final world of our being, the world of the dead. We all should be aware of that transition. We all must know that world. We should know that at the end death makes life possible.

At the very top, on the right side, we see Her again, this time disguised as a primitive birdlike creature with lots of white feathers, and the face of a monkey, keeping an open book of justice and equality on her lap. The picture on the cover of the book shows the symbol of Ying and Yang, a symbol of unity, continuity, harmony and balance in life according to Lao-Tse, the father of Taoism.

To the left top, we see symbols of new technology and man’s so-called accomplishments of modern life. Even there again, there also is a clock with no hands. This one maybe is an astronaut’s watch. Below them we see a dinosaur, showing the very long passage of time and the element of fourth dimension, time. Under that there is the beautiful tree of life, yet it shows despair, since a man and a big fish together are hanged from it. Perhaps this is a sign of doubt and disbelief, since life is so complex, confused and very complicated most of the time. Sometimes, we don’t get it, we don’t understand it, and we really don’t grab it mentally and physically in real time, as we maybe should. Sometimes all of this appears to us truly as an illusion, a mirage in the desert, a long and never-ending dream, unfathomable, as an abyss, an enigma or simply a nightmare within nowhere and nullity.

To the right however there is a traveling monk, riding a big snail, looking with wonder at the famous, old, destroyed, Babylonian tower, once the cradle of civilization and humanity. In the lower left, is me again, very fat with a somewhat feminine appearance, looking at the remaining ruins of another lost civilization, with a rope in my hand, and once again trying to stop the element of time again. Yes, I see myself in this complicated and somehow majestic farce. However, all of these scenes could be vice versa, since at this point, it does not matter who is who, what is what and where is where!

Again, the big clock has no hands, and its pendulum is hanging uselessly from it. This time the clock even has a wing, the very symbol of time that flies by fast, but it has been stopped. (More explanation is available).