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AN ALLEGORICAL APPROACH TO A WORLD VIEW
AS SEEN THROUGH SUBURBIA



I am presenting you with a colour photograph of a painting that depicts a suburban scene as seen through the eyes of the artist, Tim van Vuuren. I hope you are sufficiently intrigued and will endeavour to explore the painting. But a word of warning! As you take your position somewhere on the opposite side of the road and you contemplate the scene, a feeling of extreme disquiet may come over you.... WHY?    Well, the painting, while depicting the perceived reality, is after all, unreal.

How then do you enter into the painting? The gate is obviously closed, and you are unable to see through the wire mesh into the garden. By this time you are hooked. Reading from left to right in good Western tradition, aided by the diminishing size of the trees, your eye will have picked up the rhythm created by the tree trunks. The irregular interval between the first and second tree trunks does not upset the rhythm, as the gatepost punctuates the space.

At the same time, with this rhythm still in mind, you are swept up the tree trunks to the area of light in the center of the painting, cradled between the two trees silhouetted in the background. A feeling of buoyancy may momentarily envelop you. This will be short-lived as you are bound to become aware of the frenetic activity of the barren branches reaching out above you. Your eye will feel trapped in the latticework of branches. Where can you take refuge?

The warm roof of the house beckons you. As you will realise, with relief, that the whole painting seems to be anchored by the small white triangle, the only visible part of the house's facade. This hint of Tudor depicts a stylized tree. The sides of the triangle forming the apex are blue fascia boards ... SKY! ?? "Oh no! Not up there again!" you may exclaim. You quickly establish that the base of the triangle is formed by the green of the hedge ... 0! Mother Earth!

But, the white triangle still stares at you from over the hedge. You feel caught out, and find yourself thrown back to where you started. You are about to straighten your ruffled feathers and casually flee from this depiction of 'reality', remaining forever indifferent to the painting in question, however, a furtive glance at the all-knowing triangle makes you realise that it is no longer staring at you. It is directing your attention to the gate.

Your eye moves along the diagonal strut of the gate to the foot of the gatepost. Cautiously, but ever so curiously, your eye moves up the gatepost REVELATION!!! Access to the painting can only be gained through the RED LETTERBOX and this only by posting your imaginings in it... Go on, try...
AN ALLEGORICAL APPROACH TO A WORLD VIEW
AS SEEN THROUGH SUBURBIA



I am presenting you with a colour photograph of a painting that depicts a suburban scene as seen through the eyes of the artist, Tim van Vuuren. I hope you are sufficiently intrigued and will endeavour to explore the painting. But a word of warning! As you take your position somewhere on the opposite side of the road and you contemplate the scene, a feeling of extreme disquiet may come over you.... WHY?    Well, the painting, while depicting the perceived reality, is after all, unreal.

How then do you enter into the painting? The gate is obviously closed, and you are unable to see through the wire mesh into the garden. By this time you are hooked. Reading from left to right in good Western tradition, aided by the diminishing size of the trees, your eye will have picked up the rhythm created by the tree trunks. The irregular interval between the first and second tree trunks does not upset the rhythm, as the gatepost punctuates the space.

At the same time, with this rhythm still in mind, you are swept up the tree trunks to the area of light in the center of the painting, cradled between the two trees silhouetted in the background. A feeling of buoyancy may momentarily envelop you. This will be short-lived as you are bound to become aware of the frenetic activity of the barren branches reaching out above you. Your eye will feel trapped in the latticework of branches. Where can you take refuge?

The warm roof of the house beckons you. As you will realise, with relief, that the whole painting seems to be anchored by the small white triangle, the only visible part of the house's facade. This hint of Tudor depicts a stylized tree. The sides of the triangle forming the apex are blue fascia boards ... SKY! ?? "Oh no! Not up there again!" you may exclaim. You quickly establish that the base of the triangle is formed by the green of the hedge ... 0! Mother Earth!

But, the white triangle still stares at you from over the hedge. You feel caught out, and find yourself thrown back to where you started. You are about to straighten your ruffled feathers and casually flee from this depiction of 'reality', remaining forever indifferent to the painting in question, however, a furtive glance at the all-knowing triangle makes you realise that it is no longer staring at you. It is directing your attention to the gate.

Your eye moves along the diagonal strut of the gate to the foot of the gatepost. Cautiously, but ever so curiously, your eye moves up the gatepost REVELATION!!! Access to the painting can only be gained through the RED LETTERBOX and this only by posting your imaginings in it... Go on, try...
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M2M Issue 1, June 1992 p. 26