Rob Gonsalves – lrs Gonsalves Rob Here Comesthe Flood
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A procession of figures occupies the foreground. They are uniformly dressed in what appear to be traditional garments – long skirts for the women and simple trousers and jackets for the men – and carry large, square panels above their heads. These panels act as makeshift shields against the floodwaters, creating a visual barrier between the individuals and the encroaching water level. The figures move forward with a determined, almost robotic gait; their faces are largely obscured, denying any individual expression or emotional response to their predicament. This anonymity reinforces the impression of collective action undertaken in an absurd situation.
The color palette is muted, primarily consisting of blues, browns, and grays, which contributes to the overall somber mood. The red brick building on the left provides a stark contrast, drawing attention to its isolation within the watery environment. Light seems diffused, lacking strong directional sources, further flattening the scene and enhancing the dreamlike quality.
Several subtexts emerge from this peculiar arrangement. The flood itself can be interpreted as a metaphor for overwhelming forces – whether natural disasters, societal pressures, or personal struggles. The figures’ stoic acceptance of their situation suggests a resignation to fate or perhaps an adherence to rigid social structures that demand compliance even in the face of adversity. The panels they carry could symbolize protection, tradition, or even denial – a futile attempt to shield themselves from an inevitable reality. The uniformity of dress and movement implies conformity and a loss of individuality within a larger system. Ultimately, the painting evokes a sense of quiet desperation and the unsettling nature of existence when confronted with forces beyond one’s control.