Blame it on the Bossa Nova, the dance of love! Even though I am nowhere near close to becoming a wedded woman, though I have many lovely engaged friends, there's a sense of love in the air. Maybe it's the freedom moving away from the pandemic or it's thrill of summer. Or may it's just me playing the 1963 bop, "Blame It On The Bossa Nova" by Eydie Gormie, on repeat far too many times.
In this piece, I was using a similar composition of a past painting, called The Crossover, and this piece resulted with such a similar meaning: the transition of self. The Wedding is not necessarily a dedication to marriage, but a story of unionizing the self. The feeling of becoming one with body and soul -- discovering who we are already, showcasing that exteriorly. Perhaps that's just what I take from it, but I adore how others see this.
Nonetheless, The Wedding is about ringing in future balance. And that's fucking cool.
