The image is so compelling, so aesthetically prepossessing, so…permeated with fecundity that I haven’t been able to get it out of my mind since I’d first seen it. If you can, forget all the media hype over it, the rubbish contrived war of words between a male and a female tennis star, the ‘she bares all to show her ‘baby bump’ (ish, how terribly hip and kewl) junk, and just look at it larger, including as art.
Yes, it’s an Annie Leibovitz creation, and almost perfect, including the rough texture of the background she chose to contrast with the sublime silkiness of the Madonna’s black skin, and her rich tresses waving wild and free. Look at the power in her thighs and hips, formidable! Her bum reminds me of Somali womens’, for me, the most gorgeous women on the planet.
Were you a painter, would you perhaps choose to interpret it in oil? Or a sculptor, chisel it as a lasting fertility symbol? Perhaps to be later…bronzed?
You’ll no doubt remember that in 1991, former soap star Demi Moore was on the cover of VF, and yes, it’s nice, but she looks a bit like a deer stuck in the headlights of a car or something. (The headlines within are almost as intriguing to me.) ;-)
What do you see, feel, sense…as you gaze at Serene Serena Madonna?