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Love versus Like a Lot

Anita Klein - The Cockatoo

Anita Klein – The Cockatoo, 2008

Anita Klein makes pictures of ordinary life with tiny details that transform them into something beyond. This one is of a woman offering bird-seed to a cockatoo. She’s in a safe place but the bird is from the wild. She must like it a lot to feed it from her own hand.

But she’s not looking. It’s not an act of desire but of ego-less hope, in the dark. And, as a result, paradise, in the form of a slightly comical cockatoo, comes to her.

Soul in a bowl

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This was made by Per Lütken at the Danish glassworks Holmegaard in the 70s. The technique, so I read, is you soak a wooden stick in water overnight, take a blob of molten glass from the furnace, and bring the two together, wearing gloves. Water turning to steam gives a thousand-fold increase in volume. When the cataclysm has died down you open your eyes and see what you’ve got. Often a subtle free-form vase, in this case a perfectly round small bowl. A lucky find on ebay for a fiver.

It is the essence of the meditative / mindful / unified / centred state. Whole, spontaneous, natural, still, translucent, receptive, reflective, restrained, inscrutable, balanced, self-contained, mysterious, a moment suspended, the colour of sky after rain.

The Hay Wain as interior path

 

John Constable - The Hay Wain

John Constable – The Hay Wain, 1821

Some art has a spiritual interpretation. It may not be the intention of the artist, nor be the only possible interpretation. But here goes.

This image is on every place-mat in the land, you might say it is the cliché of English clichés. What is shown — besides the effortlessly natural & lovely Suffolk countryside — is the staunching of the hay wain’s wooden wheels in a millpond: the wood swells against the iron rims and makes the wheels stronger.

All the humans are going about their everyday purpose without pause or variation. But the small dog — whose senses are beyond ours — is waiting for something new.  This is a picture of the interior path to a place beyond the normal.

They are immersed in water — a symbol of truthfulness since it always finds its own level.  They are headed, in stillness but with the front wheels turned, towards a field of gold — a symbol of heaven on earth. They couldn’t move there by human willpower — various physical obstacles prevent that. They’re leaving normal sustenance to each side — drawing drinking water on the left and fishing for food on the right. And there’s no hay in the hay wain — the interior journey needs worldly emptiness.

John Constable was contemporary with William Blake, near enough. They are considered contraries, though both Romantics, but Blake’s luminous metaphysics was never so immediate and natural as this. The original is in the National Gallery, London, of course.