This is not a happy tale. For many years Doris confused me
with this painting. I couldn’t figure out what she was portraying in this
simple winter scene.
The reality is that our main character has become trapped in
the snow…out in the wild…no way out…no rescue. She is all alone. She went for a winter stroll
out in the country. Things turned tragic when an unforeseen snow storm hit
quick and hard.
As her body goes numb she becomes delirious. This picture is her last vision. She wishes
she were in a warm house with the snow pilling-up outside. Notice how the house
is barren just like the barren landscape outside. Notice how her hair is transforming
into snow piles just like the ones outside.
She imagines herself a countess or some sort of royalty. It’s
as if she is fighting this death still and being royalty offers her an extra
measure of protection. She does not
deserve to die this tragic way. It is much too common.
Think I’m way off on this one?
Take a look at her locket!
