Oh to live this exciting…
…Saturday night. It’s almost 2AM & I do not close down the bar, but the lid of this laptop right after I finish this video regarding art history.
Shock of the New is an old BBC series I knew not of until tonight. Fascinating discovery via this site. You shall probably see more commentary and links in the future.
Next viewing… What’s Happening, a look at the New York art scene (poetry & visual) during the 60s. I’ll let you know, but not this morning. This morning is for drifting into a layer of gossamer where a portal shall cross between realms of reality. I’m just grateful that father slept and we didn’t revisit the ICU…at least, not tonight. Happy Father’s Day, indeed.
The Scream** backstory reminds me that sleeping on one’s back means you fear nothing in sleep. I curl like the Incan mummy, gone fetal, protecting the insides with drawn up knees and bony elbows. Even as a child, to escape night terrors, I developed a method of escape that involved ‘finding’ (creating?) a park bench within the dream and curling beneath it, fetal-like, in order to transport back to cognizant reality.
Peace if you read this before sleep. Even Van Gogh painted divinity despite his disbelief. Perhaps it was the drugs that changed his landscape…
…I’d like to think it was his muse. ~
**The most fascinating quick study from this clip was that E. Munch’s The Scream (and other painting) were inspired after an Incan mummy of an old man was discovered, very well-preserved (think petrified) and displayed at a national museum. The mummy was in the fetal position with his mouth wide open, his hands appear to be cupping his face.
