Tuesday, 9 April 2013

Sap rising, spring stirring

You can't live in England and complain about the weather. We just become part of the grey drops of grey rain and grey sky which shroud us. That is until something unexpected shimmers unaware, like a fallen star in the hedgegrow. Like light, caught unaware.

Saw the engravings and watercolors of Georgio Morandi on Sunday at the Esotrick Collection in Islington on Sunday. Blank space on the paper symbolised solidity and sun baked stone walls. Furious but regimented cross hatchings became sinister shadow spaces. The space between shapes took on a greater significance than the "filled in." There's more than just taking up space.

There is meaning and value in everything, it reads on the exhibition cards, by reaching into the metaphysical.
Obsession is limiting and wastful intensity. Beautiful film,  a late quartet. How thrill and deep experience don't replace a constant movement towards a shared destination.  It's   a eulogy to slow decay and unlived awareness. Stories of lives untold. I don't understand hating something so much that you can destroy yourself to get a last look back and claws in for vengeance.

Stay drenched.

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