I think the elements that I find disturbing about Christina's World hinge on the posture of the subject, and her impossible (or unnatural) thinness. She looks as if she's just woken up, her hair a-mess, her body twisted, and while her legs seem limp, there's an eerily desperate (sinister?) reach of that left arm. Like she's clawing to whoever passed her on the way (toward? away from? the buildings) and left those tracks. What seems to be so nightmarish is that distance to that familiar structure (presumably a farmhouse, but too grayed out to be welcoming), made immeasurable by the distorted perspective of the painting, and the bleach-white sky, like bone.
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