The first piece, Morning Sun, makes me feel sad. Not like, emotional and cry-my-eyes-out sad, but more of a melancholic, I'm-going-to-die-in-a-place-where-they-don't-know-my-name sort of sad. I'm not sure if Morning Sun connects at all with either of the two pieces because the woman looks like shes longing for something and neither of the main characters were really after anything. I guess she could be in that "young waiter" stage where she just wants stuff but doesn't have any stuff or worries about stuff that's really nothing. So I guess here, the "nothingness" still exists, it just seems to be portrayed in a much more negative light whereas the two characters from the stories both held dear or found comfort in that idea of nothingness; that you don't necessarily need anything to, not necessarily be happy, but at least content and alive. I also can't tell if she's wearing any pants. Maybe that alludes to her sexual promiscuity and the fact that she seems to be in front of a window with no glass may say something about her past actions. Perhaps this has to deal with the love concept explored today during the second discussion? Maybe she is also in the "young waiter" stage of love where she's either been rejected or is longing for that certain someone. Either way, this concept of deep emotional feeling may give way to a preference towards solitude and connects back to our concept of "nothingness" and its usage as a state of mind which either discourages or outright disallows a desire for anything and a pretty Nihilistic outlook if you ask me.
The second piece, Sunday, looks about the same. Though I guess this one isn't as depressing. I'm guess the man is a bartender (based upon his surroundings) or a butler of some sort, or maybe he just got off work from a racetrack, whatever. Maybe he's a hitman? Yeah, lets run with that. We'll say he's a hitman (in disguise as a butler/bartender, duh) and is deeply contemplating his next hit. Though he could have pretty much anything due to his various skills with firearms and nunchaku and pointy-stabby things, he just wants out of this whole underworld thing. You know, go outside, sit in a lawn chair sometimes, and trade that Jack Daniels for some lemonade. Point I'm trying to make is this: while the woman in the first painting looks depressed, this guy seems more in despair. His arms are folded and he looks out as if contemplating some sort of heavy decision. Maybe instead of killing the target, he'll kill his superiors to get free; or not. He is surrounded in the picture by buildings which are inanimate objects which may as well be nothing to him; they're of no importance because he cannot relate to them nor do they help him in any way. Maybe he despairs because he has nothing real to hold onto in this world. All the hard liquor, prostitutes, and shiny toys in the world can't fill the endless void that is his heart. So instead of believing in the "nothing" he wants something. Settle down with some normal girl, get a legal job, and live a happy rest of his life. But that isn't his reality and this "nothingness" that surrounds him makes him sad. He's got no support and he can't do what he wants without facing outrageous odds and, if he fails, serious consequences. He's got feelings too!
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Amidoinitrite? Kitteh have "nothingness" too.
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