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RE: Minimalist Piece No. 9. Cannot Phone Dreams
Or the cups your Tracey Emin paints, the ones so many think are only about sex.
scooping up water in the way its nourishing swirl is preserved instead of flattened out by my nap†. The power to start a fire still mine. The ability to quench my thirst not lost.
Indeed, what right button must be pressed, the key to opening...
The great union of heaven and earth in the spilling waters of these sacred cups.
Emin has come to the amazing discovery that without sexuality there can be nothing (and she has had a rough time of it on the front of exploring sex and being utterly extorted by what has become of male sexuality). She has not given up on it now she is in her fifties: her work is all sex now (if we may speak freely and not be more kind to the confused ones and modify such bold terms). Alive. Taught (a field of tension that can support life also where the earth thins and the bones grow brittle).
This field of tension can be like walking through desert sand at times....hard to attain. The trauma of life is not conducive to it....
I agree. I have been especially interested in the way(s) in which sex joins in all directions--see the way the x touches the ground, like a cross reaching down. There is a painting in my room (shown in a pic sometime back on my feed) of Christ at a table and I have studied it for all of its clues in this most holy/earthen joining and the message/map of how to make it (this journey). My great grandfather painted it, but I know that it's a copy and the only other place that I've seen it is in a Utah gallery, so I am ignorantly assuming the original is an LDS artist. No matter, the symbolism is non-denominational and the picture rich with messages for those who spend time there.
I know I am not articulating well here as I could write a dissertation, and have thought to do so, but often enough, as you know, words can only point to a center, only represent the experience, not BE without the reader having a grasp of the language.
I'd give it more a shot here at effort, but I'm leaving early in the morning to visit my daughter and attend a dahlia festival together :) So, I may be away a bit.
Speaking of which I was thinking about the red dress you got and how you also had over one thousand upvotes cheering you on, so definitely seems an invite to take!
Yeah, they're all suckers for a red dress, aren't they! (rolling eyes). Hadn't even bought the heels to match yet.... expecting 2000 votes next Saturday when I put the full outfit on and shock the ladies in pastel and Peruvian knits and the three men in tweed jackets with leather elbow patches (at the Anthroposophic venue).
Had a meditation about the cross this morning, sinking deep into this Christ Love to save what souls they really seem keen to save (so we do our best). The vertical, the horizontal and then thad cross point where they meet to form an infinte hub of space just for the Us(ses) we make. Not even a hypercube of space but interlinking into all that is beyond space, and YET grounded by the very cross that made it, by horizon and by the chimney tunnels through which we have safe passage in and out of time.
Looks like the supper at the Emmaus
About which I have some fascinating dissertations by an Anthroposophic priest (inspired by Steiner) explaining how this passage from the life of Christ is given to us as a living picture by which we could best understand the Resurrection body (and how to craft it_) as demonstrated by the Christ, but available to all and sundry, give or take a life of dedication to it.... will look for it and drop it your way as and when.
Had a dream while sleeping at my daughter's apartment about the point of a vertice and how one could travel through time and space by going the opposite direction--changing the focal point and how easy it really is to visit other's in this dream-time way.
Also, as you know I've been particularly fascinated with and working with the figure 8 this past year, the cross longer, but how the cross becomes the 8, once in motion and this vertice being one section of the grounding of four (a cross) planted in the earth and the eight the infinity.
I'm sure I am stating nothing new here, but have now found my own way to HEAR in my own ears the message and I find it very exciting!
Yes, the painting is similar. I do notice straight off that the sky is open in the one in my room--a way to more easily soar and the shadow to the right in supper at Emmaus shows up as a crafty/shady looking character in the one I stare at. Who would play with Rembrandt? Eternal truth repeated chains throughout and against all of time like your Andy, the Scottish artist, worthy to hold gold.
http://www.essentialvermeer.com/technique/perspective/history.html#.XW7mEC5KiUk
Found the above image when attempting to look up the name of the alcove surrounding a holy statue as I am sure it has been named, but I don't know what it is called?
I do know the red dress event will be lovelier with you in attendance. How lucky for the souls!