I don't know if this will make sense, but I would like it as a painting a lot, and it's okay as a photo. I love the colors and mood of the composition and effect, but I think to really stand out, it needs the texture of a painting. I'm not a big abstract fan to begin with, but I do like this.
I'm in the "like it" camp. I don't require clarity of color and form as an exclusive diet. The image is very anthropomorphic, it's evocative in that way; I can read suggestions of storylines into it, and yet it's truly abstract. It makes a nice counterpoint to your more vivid abstracts.
Neil, I'm impressed by this abstract. The colour and texture is very pleasing. It makes me think of leaves tumbling out of control, with soft vulnerability and crispyness too. I also like your choice of crop. This would make a lovely print on canvas. Nice work.
Why it is obviously an old man and a child haggling in a bazaar over the price of some honey rolled almonds. Nice take on the give and take of the..no wait..it is Lot's wife turning to salt as Sodom and Gommorah are.. hmm...Galadriel beckoning Frodo to the ...no no.. Ok, nuff of that. Nice abstract, good sense of shapes and play of light and dark with plenty of room for the imagination.
At this size, with about 16" viewing distance, the image is too confusing to be stimulating. It is a sensory confusion, a vertigo of palette, form and shape, dimension, medium and order. When I say 'order' I think I am referring to a reality outside of the image, almost.
Many tones and colours (even the primal ones), as are shapes, are muddied - not formed, charged or blown by motion, illuminated or reflected, but muted, bled, dissolved and speckled like diseased oranges in a concrete mixer.
Yes, anyone with an appetite shall have his share of imaginable pinks, rubies and azures, but his imagination needs to be tenacious indeed to wring acorns from this endangered lily-of-the-meadow. I am, at this very moment, considering a golden brick feathered into obscure height by a grass-green geysir which, I am sure, does not exist.
Or am I, possibly, regarding a painting twice my size into which one may vanish - forever? No, not at the expense of sanity and the simple conviction that the parts must cohere before the piece can come together.
If it were a painting, yes, one could ask "Neil, why did you put this blur here and that streak there?" If you had spawned the work from the real, organically, solidly like a good, honest farmer, you would be able to show me, quickly and convincingly - if not I'd rip up your canvas and replace it with new, fresh one.
But it ain't no paintin', it's a photo. It's an accident. I expected an incident. ;-(