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-X1- Justice wears a wimple round her throat like a nun's habit covering head, neck and wrists. Only her face and hands are visible. On her head is a golden crown with a red jewel at its center similar to the clasp that holds her green cape. Her dress is red, its underside is blue like her wimple. Behind her, a purple veil jars hideously. These colors do not blend or contrast well. Like emotions, they scream for attention. The stern looking woman holds a sword upright with one hand, while with the other she holds the Scales of Justice weighted to one side. She is not blindfolded like her modern sister, but gazes directly into the matter. Justice starts from the premise that the human realm is freighted with logic. How to correct this imbalance, to allow for the irrational? Think of woman and man in their circling dance of power, each bound to the other by their singularity. A tangle of cryptic rules keep them in this gracious pattern. Otherwise, she'd gladly crush his heart to a fine powder, demand his head on a platter. He'd brutalize and rape her. Justice demands balance. Keen, unyielding, with sword at ready she cuts through the cloak of logic to expose the heart of the matter.
Uptright: Equilibrium attained between the irrational and reason. creating balance in one's life; going to the source. |
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