Although by far my greatest passion in subjects of the academy is Fine Art
I think it is true to say that I rarely reference to art here. Art has the
capacity to unify all the other subjects. It is the highest attainment in
expression of mankind. If I am wrong someone will please tell
me;-)...science at its best is an art...would anyone say that art at it's
best is a science, except in the highest consilience of sentence by
Einstein or a passage by Leonardo?
Mmmmm ( get your head down Andrew;-)
At, one quality I continually notice in Fine Artworks is that each one is
fresh, from the same hand, but somehow in each the mind seems shifted. A
series exhibited in unison of Monet's can demonstrate that most clearly -
this picture of children sitting drinking in the working of dear Alicia
(hello Alicia) and going back to their home the wiser. I think this is
most profound...even if only to me. I publicly invite anyone who practices
or reads into these things to share with us how this beautiful living of
metaphor, a living made into a metaphor, a doing of the knowing, a walking
of the talking, an innering of an outering, relates to their traditions
espoused by people like the late Dr. David Bohm and the late Dr.Francisco
Varela -both subjects very close to me these days. I am thirsty for this
dialogue. Can others not so familiar share similar happenings. To me it is
so close to watching a master painter working, Picasso on film, a Patrick
Heron or McComb in their studios.
>I now have to go back many years ago. My dear wife and I could just afford
>the payments on our first house. My eldest child Corine was only a baby
>then. Close by was an orphanage at which I gave religious classes on
>Sundays. Within a couple of months these orphans came to visit my wife
>during the day. To her consternation, they only wanted to sit on the
>kitchen floor staring at her doing her chores. Their staring made her very
>uneasy. So I had to beg with her: "Do as you have done in the past. Think
>of them as pictures on the wall paper. They are drinking in your doing as
>a mother with chores because they are thirsty for it."
>What I wonderful wife I have. She kept on doing her household chores
>despite their lurking. This reminds me of the many lurkers on this list.
>Were it not for them, I would have stopped contributing so much long ago
>because it consumes my free energy far more than most can realise. Anway,
>after a couple of months an orphan would stop lurking in the kitchen. When
>I contacted their school principal afterwards, he would often say "I do
>not know what happened, but this kid's school work improved."
>Alicia (my dear wife's name which is derived from the Greek
>"aletheia"=truth), I thank you before the world for what you have meant to
>me. You are not only a mother to our children, but have been a mother to
>many an orphan. You have taught these children and ours that life is an
>endless becoming. All these children live the endless becoming of
>liveness, suffering the pain of breaking out of rigid being.
So many things spring to mind, lovely, and beautiful things...glass that
cries tears.
But right now I am speaking to Jessica. Liefde Jessica. That is the colour
my darling. We are looking forward to your trip. Let us use our
imaginations rather than making poor Oupa (grampy) At go stacking shelves
in the local supermarket to buy an air ticket. One way I imagine this
place called LO is a unending white canvas. It is held open by and large
by a gentle force called love...by and large tacked to a good tension by
respect for mutual learning, though occasional squabbles in the
playground's corners at break ties...and held up at an angle to the light
ready for the sweepings and touching and strokings of a billion colours
called words...so far as I know, Rick or another will correct me if I am
wrong... that there is no reason of this round globe why you could not
share with me here what you need to paint your rich pictures with your
friends in the rainbow country...why not sit down with Oupa sometime and
write me c/o the LO, grampy knows where to send it...then I will have more
time to prepare...and I expect that as we write between ourselves and
create little pictures on this great canvas, that while whole it is in
another aspect of fact a myriad of thousands of white blank canvases...and
Jessica I am sure there is room for our little dialogue...we can use small
sable brushes...you know the ones that make little points and long
lines...you know, if every time the world spun once round all yesterdays
human actions were forgiven then each day the world of human affairs might
wake up to a pristine canvas, clean, empty, whole, ready for the chores of
a better new day. When I write metanoia, I was wrong. That is what I
meant....not a being...but a new becoming...Jessica write anywhichway you
care to, but always write from your heart. And walk close to the
ground...it's all we have...it's maybe all we are.
>I must add
>that when our children (Johannnes and his twin sister Ilse-Marie) and then
>Alicia visited our dear fellow learner Andrew Campbell in England, this
>"becoming" of them shocked him more than anything else. Andrew, last week
>our granddaugther Jessica told me "Oupa(=Grandfather) you have to make
>money so that I can visit England and tell Oom (=uncle) Andrew what art we
>kids needs. I have learned English well enough to tell him all."
I am told.
Love,
Andrew
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