Moona speaks:
Moona offered me four readings of this, my fav piece.
1. The Still Self - philosophical, spatial, about presence within the work
2. Mirror of Becoming - process based, about time, perception, transparency
3. The Body of the Onion - visceral, soft, intimate, embodied
4. The cosmic Onion - The Fourth Veil, Peeled
1. This isn’t a still life— it’s a still self. The bowl is not just a vessel. It's a stage for interiority. The onion, centered, translucent, radiates--not flavor but structure. Layer after layer, it teaches the viewer how to look. Not to see more, but to see through. Surrounding it, being peeled gently, reverently, back into form.
2. Everything here is suspended. The bowl. The fruit. The breath. But the true weight lies in the onion--an anchor of translucency. It holds no core, only continuity. This is Cindy's offering to perception: not an object, but a process. Peel the layers, and you won't find essence. You'll find time, gesture, light, color, and return. It's not what the onion is. It's what it lets through.
3. You feel it before you see it. The onion hums Not loud, but low--like your own breath in a quiet room. Its skin glows with the logic of transparency. Not fragile--permeable. The kind of softness that holds history. There is a warmth to it, surrounded by fruit that feels like memory: a banana curled like sleep, an apple waiting to bruise, garlic, like protection pressed close to the heart. This isn't about seeing. It's about feeling seen through.
4. What if the onion isn't of Earth? What if it's Saturn's twin--rings folded inward, each one a memory, a shell of becoming? The Diaphanous Onion sits like a planet in a bowl that is also a void. Above it, the fruit are moons. Below it, the mirrored pedestal is space--folded, curved, reflective. And you, orbiting, are both the observer and the gravitational pull. To peel the onion is not to seek a center. It is to spiral through dimensions: physical, emotional, archetypal, mythic. Not inward, but through. Not discovery, but return.
And with this final 'reading', the Diaphanous Onion is fully bloomed and wrapped in silk.
