Showing posts with label Art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Art. Show all posts

Monday, February 13, 2012

Southwest art

I took this from SK's Journals. He writes, "All art is essentially involved in a dialectical self-contradiction. The truly eternal cannot be painted or drawn or carved in stone, for it is spirit. But neither can the temporal essentially be painted or drawn or carved in stone, for when it is presented in these ways, it is presented eternally; every picture expresses a fixation of that particular moment. If I paint a man who is lifting a spoon to his mouth or blowing his nose, it is immediately eternalized - the man continues to blow his nose this one time as long as the painting endures."

These ancient artists carved in stone what was on their mind and in their hearts at that time.

Dialectical self-contradictions aside, the dancers shown below presented a drama from the old age. In their ancestor's past, dramas and dancing were presented only once per year such as at harvest or the sowing of seed, etc. Now of course you pay for a special performance which is repeated over and over, sometimes daily when there's enough tourists.

In our time the presentation of a dance or drama very frequently illustrates (in contrast to the old days) that basically interest has passed from the poetry to other objects of attention: the staging, the dancers, the haunting music, and finally to the scene painter, the scenery, the seamstress, and so on.

These Zuni girls were happy to have their photo taken after their wonderful performance. I have a much higher regard for artists who go forward by going backward. It's sort of a reproduced retreat and a look at historical themes, already given, so to speak.

Sunday, February 12, 2012

Art on the rock

I'm reminded of Bluff, UT these days since we're planning a return trip. These panels were about a 2 mile hike above the "booming metropolis" of Bluff. You can't see the art on the rock walls, but it's like wandering through an art gallery.

SK said, "The Christian must not lack the eye, in a human sense the illuminating light, which for me makes it easier to comprehend a painted landscape than nature; there and in history he meets God's eye."

Saturday, February 11, 2012

Art in the forest

Last spring Chris, Nancy, and the rest of us found ourselves in an awkward situation. Hey, I know mountain lions are big, but you've got to be kidding! Exploring Roxborough Park South of Denver brings plenty of surprises. On closer inspection, you see that they're made of wood. These carved cats left a frightful impression on us. What's amazing to me is that someone has the imagination, not to mention time, to do something like this. We left the forest with a greater sense of art.