Le cattive madri - Giovanni Segantini (1894)

A work of art certainly gives an aura of beauty. Seeing a work that we admire is often as stunned as looking at our partner.

When I saw the Devil Mother painting, at first it was just a sketch that was barely clear. Silhouette of a woman tangled in thread in a swamp filled with mud and smoke.

But as I got closer and looked more closely, after a while I found it difficult to open my eyes. Slowly and surely my eyelids closed. Suddenly I felt my right hand being pulled out by a very gentle hand.

When I wanted to see her face She was one meter ahead of me. Her soft long flowing hair fluttered as she jumped towards a mound.

She stopped and turned around. She sat leaning against a dry tree. Her hair covered her face again so I couldn't recognize her.

"Come here. Sit here first."

I couldn't argue and immediately sat next to her

"Do you know what tree this is?" She asked quietly while rubbing her hair-covered face.

I could almost see her, but She immediately fluffed her hair until I failed.

"This is just a dry tree that can no longer live,"

"You are both right and wrong at the same time"

"Why?"

"You are right if you see this tree as a dry tree. But you are wrong if you say this tree can no longer live."

"How did you know that this tree would come back to life?"

"I know because I'm always here. People planted it with devil trees."

"Why is the name scary?"

"This tree has a long history. She will always wait for women who pass by and pay attention to this tree," She said, brushing back her hair.

I gasped when I saw her beautiful face.

"This tree will trap her and then turn the woman into a tree. I've seen many women become victims."

"Hasn't anyone ever escaped her snare?"
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"Until now, not a single person has been able to escape."

"How does that tree take a woman's life?"

"At first, women wanted to touch this dry tree. Over time, this tree will release tip fibers that make us feel comfortable so we want to touch it with both hands. These fibers get thicker so that the woman's body will stick to the tree."

"Look!"

I spontaneously noticed that her smooth left hand touched the dry tree bark with her forefinger and then slowly fibers appeared like soft threads connecting her fingers to the tree. The white fibers increase until the palms of the hands are attracted to the tree. Slowly, the right hand wanted to help release the left hand, but the fibers increased in number and tied both hands until they pulled the body.

I was shocked.

"Come on, let me help you pull it from that tree."

I hugged him and wanted to pull her away. My feet rested on tree trunks then I pulled as hard as I could but failed. I myself was bound by a thread from that dry tree. The more I wanted to remove it, the stronger the thread tied to the tree. Until I finally accepted this situation. held hostage to a dry tree.

Gradually my body merged with the tree and I watched the leaves begin to grow, then dry up and fall off again. When the leaves fall and the wood dries I can soar and fly freely. Then I saw a woman looking at a painting of a dry tree in the middle of a swamp with the silhouette of a woman entangled in thread.

"Oh... that's me apparently"

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