Reflections are my favorite thing to play with for the way they distort, confuse, and combine the real world into collage. And I don’t know why, but the flag often has a melancholy feeling for me. Especially in connection with people’s homes. It makes me think they’ve lost someone to war.
The breeze fluttered the flag just so, revealing the wreath and reflecting in the glass. Along with the fun, pop art elements of numbers and bold, graphic symbols, there is a sense of melancholy. The flag looks lonely to me, waving in the cold, gray breeze. And holiday decorations always lose their cheer when they linger too long.