Lukraak lekkerte


Ek laaik om so lukraak goed raak te lees of te sien. Soos hierdie mooi van ‘n skilder wie ek nog nie voorheen raakgeloop het nie. Wat ‘n lekker ontdekking!

Die skildery laat my gedagtes oral heen galop:

Ek sien ouer ekke wat vir jonger ekke vertel ons het oukei uitgedraai. Dat kleintyd se seer net groeipyne was…

Dan as weer so kyk, sien ek vriendinne wat saam die pad loop.

Dan weer, my wonderlike verhouding wat ek en my skoonma Biebs gehad het. Ek aan flarde oor my selfmoord-ma, en sy, ma van vier seuns. Ons het saam geloop, en was geseën soos Naomi en Rut.

Dan weer, sien ek my Bab wie se hand styf in myne bly. Soms as ek swaar dae het, lei sy my, dan weer ander dae is ek die leier en sy volg…

Die skildery getiteld ‘Mystical Conversation’ circa1896 praat met my binneste. Die skilder is Odilon Redon.

Ek het hieronder ‘n stuk oor sy werke gespoeg en geplak van die Wikipedia. Die skilder het die wens uitgespreek dat sy werk moes toon dat lig oor donker seëvier.

As ene wat Bloubekruip alewig ‘n ruk aan sy wurgketting moet gee, en dit goed leer doen het, reken ek dis hoekom dié kuns met my praat.

Kyk saam…

Odilon Redon

“Those were the pictures bearing the signature: Odilon Redon. They held, between their gold-edged frames of unpolished pearwood, undreamed-of images: a Merovingian-type head, resting upon a cup; a bearded man, reminiscent both of a Buddhist priest and a public orator, touching an enormous cannon-ball with his finger; a spider with a human face lodged in the centre of its body. Then there were charcoal sketches which delved even deeper into the terrors of fever-ridden dreams. Here, on an enormous die, a melancholy eyelid winked; over there stretched dry and arid landscapes, calcinated plains, heaving and quaking ground, where volcanos erupted into rebellious clouds, under foul and murky skies; sometimes the subjects seemed to have been taken from the nightmarish dreams of science, and hark back to prehistoric times; monstrous flora bloomed on the rocks; everywhere, in among the erratic blocks and glacial mud, were figures whose simian appearance—heavy jawbone, protruding brows, receding forehead, and flattened skull top—recalled the ancestral head, the head of the first Quaternary Period, the head of man when he was still fructivorous and without speech, the contemporary of the mammoth, of the rhinoceros with septate nostrils, and of the giant bear. These drawings defied classification; unheeding, for the most part, of the limitations of painting, they ushered in a very special type of the fantastic, one born of sickness and delirium.”[15]

The art historian Michael Gibson says that Redon began to want his works, even the ones darker in color and subject matter, to portray “the triumph of light over darkness.[16]

Redon described his work as ambiguous and undefinable: “My drawings inspire, and are not to be defined. They place us, as does music, in the ambiguous realm of the undetermined.”[17]

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