With flowers her belly
And buds her breasts
Waves her legs
And breeze her arms
With the moon her heart
The stars her heartbeat
The night her eyes
And rivers her dreams
The woman strides

Into the unknown

Here are John Robert Colombo’s ruminations on the woman above:

The gait of the woman brings to my mind the image of Gradiva on the bas-relief plaque that once adorned Sigmund Freud’s office in Vienna (and is now on permanent display at the Freud museum in London). The image was popularized in a turn-of-the-century novel written by a German expressionistic writer; Freud read the novel, acquired a copy of the original plaque, and proceeded to immortalize Gradiva by attempting to psychoanalyze the literary creation in a remarkable essay that constitutes a world first. I am tempted to try to do the same with Suparna’s walking woman.