The dress is white and gold.
Or at least, I was pretty sure of it. Last night my son and I were bantering about the silly things we find online, and that dress was one of the things we were chuckling about. He brought up the image, and it was clearly white and gold. He looked at me oddly, and said, “blue and black.” We looked warily at each other and then showed it to his dad and sister. “White and gold” said my daughter. “Blue and black” said their dad. The four of us stared at the dress and each other, mystified. In our house at least, it seems to come down to male vs. female eyes. This morning I saw a photo of the dress and it was blue and black. What goes on here? To see for yourself, here is a link:
This is a triviality, except it made me question what I take for reality. What any of us take for reality. Then this morning when I was photographing this painting to share with you, there it was again. The painting has a lot of purple in it. My camera, however, insists that it is blue. I tried taking the photograph in different rooms, different lighting, different settings, no matter. Blue. Also, the camera has sort of compressed the image so the proportions don’t look right. I am putting all of this down to the questionable magic of digital media. Or perhaps I’ve lost my marbles…
In any event, here she is, fresh off the easel. Last summer on a gorgeous warm day, she graciously took pity on me and my inadequate photographing skills and posed on the remains of a train trestle that whispers of past human activity there, in the dunes at Illinois Beach State Park. The photograph I took in the field has lots of noise in it which I would ordinarily have translated on the canvas, depicting habitat. This time I was after something more dramatic, pared down. I haven’t done this before, but I think I like it. Or maybe the dress is blue and black….