Batman’s Guitar – An Art CritiquePosted: June 11, 2012
Do you know Eric Carroll? You should.
He is a blogger. He advocates for those with food allergies. Like me, it flies all over him to hear anyone called a retard. Unlike me, he plays guitar in the band Ernie and The Berts (check out their video for their song Toybox). He builds guitars. He might have participated in my surgery back in December, but I’m not certain of that because I was sleeping.
He does it all. Eric is the renaissance man, without the poofy pants and weird collar.
This post has nothing to do with him, though I know it is hard to know that so far. This post has everything to do with the cool painting he provided me to critique. Neither of us have been able to determine who the artist is. We know it isn’t him and it isn’t me.
Let’s give this work of art a look, shall we?
Poor, Poor Batman
My first reaction to this painting is “poor, poor Batman”. He looks crushed.
The artist leaves it to us to imagine what happened to deal The Caped Crusader such an emotional blow. He sits on a gargoyle, high on a building at night. He is indifferent to the Bat Signal as he plays his guitar.
It has been written that the eyes are the windows to the soul. Even though the artist has whited out his soul windows, Batman’s gaze proves the axiom. The downcast look, the grimace, and that he’s turned his eyes from the work that drives him, make it clear that he is struggling with his feelings.
The painting makes me wonder what Batman might play at such a time. The easy answer is some old blues, perhaps the Lightnin’ Hopkins version of Trouble In Mind. It could be a more modern piece, maybe some Jackson Browne or the like. Because of his mood, I think we can rule out bluegrass, though I’m certain The Caped Crusader can pick with the best of them.
What Does It All Mean?
The setting has that 2 am feel. Batman is a man alone with his thoughts, strumming and perhaps singing softly to himself. No one knows he is there. The lights of nearby vacant offices do not illuminate him. He is high enough up that the few pedestrians left on the street don’t hear him. Even the janitors working the late shift in the building that looks like a newly sharpened pencil are unaware of our hero’s emotional moment.
When will he turn his head? Batman’s help is needed, but it is hard to say if he has it in him tonight to leap into action once he sees the Bat Signal. It would probably do him a lot of good to pull himself together and re-engage with the city below. Isolation is not best for Batman, nor anyone else who is feeling down.
I think that is what the artist wants us to learn from this work. Things happen. We struggle. We must lift our heads. Like Batman, we have to realize that life goes on around us. Most importantly, our lives can and must go on because we are all someone’s super hero.
Or something like that.
- Saint Robin Of Gotham: An Art Critique (blurtblog.net)