Tribal Grandmother: How Colour and Monochrome Transform the Same Portrait
Tribal Grandmother: Between Electric Reverie and Monochrome Memory
She stands at the edge of two worlds — one drenched in colour like a fevered dream, the other stripped bare to shadow and breath. The wind moves through her feathers. The shore hums beneath her feet. She is myth, she is memory, she is the witness and the storyteller.
The Tribal Grandmother portraits exist in two worlds — one bathed in hallucinatory colour, the other carved from shadow and light. Both hold the same figure, the same costuming, the same gaze — and yet they tell entirely different stories.
In the colour with blue wash edition, the coastal flora background — photographed on a recent nature shoot — bursts into a surreal palette of electric blues, magentas, and violets. It’s an almost impossible colourscape, part coral reef, part alien dream. Against it, the Victorian-inspired costume of layered feather petals and voluminous tulle becomes a luminous apparition. The tattoos along the figure’s legs feel like living hieroglyphs, each mark glowing with amplified energy. This version is spectacle: an immersion into saturated wonder, where every element hums with intensity.
The monochrome edition strips away the vibrancy, allowing the image to breathe in a quieter register. Here, the details sharpen — the grain of the feathers, the shadows caught in the folds of tulle, the interplay of skin and ink. Without colour’s distraction, the scene becomes ceremonial, even confrontational. It feels older, heavier, as though it belongs to an archive of portraits from a parallel past. The mood shifts from dreamlike to deliberate; from a celebration of visual abundance to a study in poise and presence.
Together, these works reveal the power of palette in shaping narrative. The colour version seduces; the monochrome holds you still. Both contain the same woman — an archetype standing between myth and memory — yet each delivers her in a different emotional language.