Richard Saja

I love me some classic embroidery; maidens waifing by a lake, serfs at work in the field, pilgrims traversing down a mountain on a donkey (yeah!).  But all that drab colorless perspective just leaves a boy feeling empty.  Behold Ricard Saja!  Who better to inject some jest and color into something so delightfully outdated?  Saja threads clowns, bouquets and brilliant hair styles atop the timeless imagery of the proud field hand.  The contrast is at once focal and complimentary, drawing the surrounding drab into a bloom of pastels and surreal characters.  Like the knave in a Shakespeare play, his bejeweled jesters dance amongst the background possessing far more insight than meets the eye.

via Lost at E Minor
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