Showing posts with label Iconography. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Iconography. Show all posts

Saturday, July 31, 2010

Vermeer




There was a time when I found Dutch art completely uninteresting. After connecting some of the historical dots between hermeticism and the art of the European Renaissance, my view changed. And just after that I fell in love with the work of Johannes Vermeer.

The symbols Vermeer's work are the things that get me. His work reminds me of hieroglyphics or ancient Christian icon painting, except with more dimension and detail. I like that he incorporates lutes and other kinds of stringed instruments that allude to love, poetry and the creative muse. I appreciate the windows that have the eight-pointed stars making reference to the light that comes from knowledge as well as the throne-like chairs ornamented with lion’s heads because they seem to speak of Sekhmet, neter of wisdom. I find it intriguing that he used the camera obscura to add precision to his work. And I adore the periodic appearance of that electric, azure blue.

Much of the reason Vermeer gets my respect is because of how he advanced some of the messages of antiquity into his own time, place and culture. To me he is a wonderful example of the way that Old Europe was not the cultural bunker that many people of today imagine it to be. It was and remains a place of cultural transfer. A crossroads in a most magnificent sense. A place where domestic and imported ideas, philosophies and dreams flowered and converged. Like so many other parts of the world, Spain and Portugal were places where there was an amazing overlapping of traditions—Moor, Christian, Jew and so many others. This coming together laid the foundation for the Spanish Golden Age. This time of Spain being on top, of course, led to various colonization campaigns. One place they colonized was Vermeer’s native land, now called the Netherlands. And then eventually there came a Dutch Golden Age which came just on the heels of the Dutch ousting their former Spanish colonizers. It seems that a lot was channeled in to the Netherlands through Spain (as earlier much had been channeled into the Iberian peninsula from elsewhere) especially when it came to art and science.

Though I also like The Astronomer, Christ in the House of Martha and Mary as well as The Geographer, Woman Holding a Balance is probably my favorite Jan Vermeer painting. I like it because of the way that it connects to the ancient Egyptian concept of Ma’at.

In Woman Holding a Balance, the central figure is a pregnant woman of apparent material means. Hanging on the wall to the woman’s right is a painting of the Last Judgment, the descending figure of the Savior illuminated in a ball of light. The light in this Last Judgment painting is similar to the light that comes from a window above the woman’s own head. In this woman’s right hand is a small scale. Her delicate left hand rests on a table in front of her large belly. On this table she has emptied the contents of a jewelry box and unbundled a bolt of cobalt blue cloth. On the wall directly in front of this woman is a mirror and just above that mirror is a window that lets the subtle glow of daylight into the shadowed room. Underneath her blue coat with its fur that seems to allude to clouds, the woman’s dress is the same saffron-gold color as the sun. The woman does not look in the mirror. It is not hard to imagine this woman silently reciting some version of the 42 Declarations of Innocence as she keeps her gaze fixed intently, yet gently on leveling her scale.

In visual art as well as literature, no symbol goes to waste. The artist includes everything for a reason. So, it seems that this main figure reminds the viewer that each must stand in front of the mirror of her soul in an act of self reflection. In every life there must be a personal day of reckoning. To know God, we must heed the advice of the ancients and know ourselves before we can expect to bring anything meaningful into being.

I like the story this artist tells about how she used Vermeer's painting as a reminder of the need to balance material with spiritual as well as the hauntingly beautiful film, Girl with a Pearl Earring.


Want more? Check out these links:



Essential Vermeer





Ma'at





Metropolitan Museum Islamic Art and Geometric Design

Saturday, August 22, 2009

It's Been a Long Time (Or a List of Excuses)

Depiction of the Goddess Durga


An intense job search + a part time job + hustling to get the household bills paid + tending to the needs of an adorable and turbo-charged toddler who wants and deserves attention + taking care of myself + keeping house + weathering blizzards of electronic and postal mail + getting caught up in the Facebook phenomenon * wondering what might be an interesting enough to topic to break what has grown into a long silence = few Blogger posts.

Sunday, February 22, 2009

The Constant Struggle

Let me go on and admit it. I have recurrent fantasies of keeping an orderly, austere work space like something out of Real Simple magazine. Chalk it up to me being a Virgo, but I often sit at my desk giving sidelong glances to piles as if to warn them: "You're next!" and I truly wish I could surrender to my urge to indiscriminately toss stuff. Sadly, friends, this is not me. I've spent too much time writing down my words and collecting those of others. My altruistic aim is to string these ideas together like little beads of light and, in one way or another, share them like a devotee of Sophia, I suppose.

And so, I horde. (Sigh and weary smile.)

To my credit, since moving in to this new space I've tossed and shredded God knows how many pounds of paper. But it doesn't take long though for a flood of new paper to replace the paper I have heroically banished from my space. The mail man and my own compulsion aid in the conquest and get the better of my Real Simple fantasy. Still, as Jesse Jackson used to say, I am keeping hope alive!

Today was fairly productive. Though I have not yet done the laundry or cooked a quick meal for the week, what I have done is added to a piece of creative nonfiction that I'm writing about my grandmother and weeded through some of the paper I have crammed in binders, filling up journals and the like. In the midst of it, I began thinking: what better place than a blog to serve as home to some of these thoughts? And so you should expect to see periodic posts from this archive, beginning today.

Paper dragon, I may indeed slay you!

Wednesday, November 26, 2008

Peace

"Icon: Ethiopian Orthodox Style, c. 1750-1855" from Ethiopian Icons: Faith and Science online exhibition at the
National Museum of African Art.

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Joy to the world.
May peace shine within you, be upon you.
Shalom. Salaam. Salem.
Amen.
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Tuesday, August 14, 2007

Imago



An imago is a very deeply charged image. An image becomes an imago when it activates an archetypal energy field and thereby touches on not just this present occasion but activates our whole history as well. ~Curlee Raven Holton, artist & professor

Looking up the varying definitions of "imago," I found that most references relate the term to the development of insects or, on the opposite end, an idealized vision that one may hold of a parent. Beats me what common ground lies between these two, but whatever.

Many months back, I saw the Curlee Raven quote at an art exhibition that featured the work of a woman named Robin Holder. The idea had a pull that called me to jot it down, yet it took me until today-- as I went about arranging baby's toys and clothes and weeding through the tons of paper I tend to accumulate (usually always with the intention of sharing) to frame it with these gathered thoughts. I'm taking this moment while baby boy naps on the floor nearby to put it here, where it belongs, hoping that some of you friends will think to yourselves and talk to me and one another about the images that really mean something to you.

There are a number of visual artists that I feel are crafting important and beautiful work of the sort that Professor Raven speaks of. Sankofa kind of work that embodies clear knowledge of history and which also gleams with faith in and hope for the future. This kind of work is intimately connected the expanse of heaven and the deep recesses of earth by a starry bridge called dreams. Natural dreams that descend upon clean minds and open souls...

The best Haitian art has this kind of spirit. Renee Stout with her clever Madame Ching and Fatima Mayfield personas, too. Whitfield Lovell is also coming to mind, as are the departed John Biggers and Minnie Evans, Faith Ringgold and Bettye Saar. And then, I'm thinking of a recent issue of the International Review of African American Art; it featured the collection of Samella Lewis. Thumbing through those pages and being reminded of the aesthetics of some of the art from thirty, forty or more years ago...wow!

Surely there are many more that I could mention. But since Little Mr. Son-shine is taking his after-breakfast nap and I've yet to get showered and dressed for the day, I'd best get on and use my time wisely.

Catch you in another post.