This is an etching Marc Chagall made for A Midsummer Night's Dream back in the 1950s. I love the colours. Apparently Picasso said that, after Matisse's death, only Chagall understood colour. And isn't that a great tree!
My daughter knows the Shakespeare play and filled me in on the details, but I prefer unfettered interpretation.
I see a young woman who finds herself about to marry. A lithesome winged red demon rushes to warn her. "Don't do it. Open your eyes. Your future husband is an ass."
But the young woman thinks, "He isn't really an ass. He only acts like an ass sometimes--like all men. Maybe I can improve him. Anyway, I see from your red colour that you are from Hell, demon. A good girl in white like me doesn't listen to spirits from that place."
Meanwhile, the groom thinks, "Don't I look good in this suit! I borrowed it from my brother."
Is that a fiddler in the green patch to the upper right--one of Chagall's famous rooftop fiddlers? He may be thinking, "Well, a wedding's a wedding, a gig is a gig. It's a living."
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