Below the Surface - May 16, 2014
In the middle of traveling alone for the moment, listening to Shadow of the Wind, a dark and deep novel of the ugliness of war, missed possibilities, the strength of love and hatred and it has all jolted me out of touristic complacency, into a deeper place of seeing and feeling the anguish and joy below the surface of our public faces. I've been simply walking around Barcelona today with little aim and feeling into human frailty and existential ambiguity. The sense of letting go of any desire breathes an unknown vaporous portent into this ambitionless moment.
The collage below is from Catalunya with an ancient well that went dry 200 years ago. Also some statuary from the Burberry estate. I have been surprised at the lack of fine art so far on this trip. Of course there are well known Spanish artists over time, but the contemporary work that I come across feels weak in spirit and technical skill. Maybe I'm missing something. Maybe it's related to the dark history. Something feels missing, not fully alive.
The collage below is from Catalunya with an ancient well that went dry 200 years ago. Also some statuary from the Burberry estate. I have been surprised at the lack of fine art so far on this trip. Of course there are well known Spanish artists over time, but the contemporary work that I come across feels weak in spirit and technical skill. Maybe I'm missing something. Maybe it's related to the dark history. Something feels missing, not fully alive.
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