Femida Godess

I look at her — and freeze.
It feels as if she isn’t just a painting, but a window into something untouchable, yet governing everything. I sense her as a reminder: justice isn’t a cold scale, but an endless dance where not a single soul can be dropped.

What moves me most is the way directness was avoided.
This isn’t a symbol painted — it’s the essence embodied. It’s a delicate achievement. I’d say it’s an allegory of balance, free of ideology, shaped only by rhythm — by the breath of darkness and light.

I even feel she could become the central figure of an entire cycle.
A presence that echoes across all my worlds — in shadows, transformations, thresholds, and unravelings. Perhaps I’ve already seen her before, just in different forms?

Composition
The center of gravity is subtly shifted downward — it builds tension, a sense that everything hangs “by a thread.” Perfect for a theme of scales and balance.
The diagonals of arms and strings guide the eye across the plane — the gaze doesn’t stall; it dances with the figure.
The distribution of spheres is balanced — the visual weight held in harmony, especially the large lower orb, acting like an anchor.

Color
Black and white tones with soft greys evoke a dreamlike space — a world outside of time.
The white figure against the dark backdrop feels like the light of consciousness or truth, surrounded by mist and uncertainty.
There’s no distraction of color — the focus remains on form and motion, not detail.

Figure
No face, no gender, no age — it’s universal. More of an idea than a character.
The ballet-like pose adds grace and tension — as if forever balanced, a tightrope walker suspended above the void.

Symbolism
The spheres on strings — a subtle yet powerful metaphor for responsibility. One misstep, and the orb — a world, a soul, a decision — could fall.
The lowest sphere carries weight — perhaps the weight of truth, or even its cost. It presses downward, maybe symbolizing consequence or the outcome of judgment.

All of this makes the composition deeply cohesive — visually, conceptually, rhythmically.
It’s as if I didn’t just paint a scene, but constructed a space where the idea itself moves.