This painting has
sentimental value close to my heart based on my experience of traveling to
Africa when I was eleven years old on a mission trip. In direct correlation to the
Cognitive Theory, which describes mental activities such as memories or
expectations becoming an impact of perception of a piece, this piece triggers a batch of memories. Because of the
culture I not only saw, but was experiencing face to face, this painting,
through memory brings me back to Uganda, Africa every time I see it. This
painting is a complete reflection of what the African culture is, mothers
holding their babies in a wrap, covered and close at all times no matter where
they are and what they’re doing, no matter how long the journey is. For me,
this painting isn’t just a reflection of what African culture might be, but
what it IS. Being able to witness this lifestyle and see it first hand for
three weeks, gives me such an appreciation and value for everything it
represents and the accurate interpretation of a distant nation that most people
know nothing about. As far as other factors affecting my perception of this
painting as part of the Cognitive Theory, sometimes a flawed expectation of the
subject of an image painted can bring the viewer to an understanding of a false
idea of the painting. However, with this painting of an African mother and her
child, the exact image I had in my head of what African people and its culture
would look like once I got there, completely matched up with this painting.
Various pieces of literature, as well as stories and blogs about Africa express
the deep hurt and needs the people of this continent are going through, almost
perceiving them as a sad culture. However, this painting expresses the love and
diligence those who are a part of this life survive and take care of each
other. An African mother holding her baby in a wrap and running all over the
village doing a million things to provide her family looks exactly as this
image is conveying that it does. I love this painting, and at one point I had a
framed piece of it hanging in my old room, calling me back to Africa every
glance I had of it.
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