[Rind by M.C Escher]
Well, well, well, I cannot grasp your idea between my hands,
yet I can somehow decipher it in my head.
How does that work?
I step foot into a dark room. All the lights are off. I sit there in darkness.
Complete and utter darkness...
Soon, one light flickers from beneath the floor board.
Wait! A transparent floor board?
Never mind that, never mind anything at that - I still sit here, in complete darkness except for the luminous light emitting from the [transparent] floor board.
One deep breath and things make sense. I begin to wonder how a room can seem so dark, yet can seem so bright.
I died that day... yet I am still here today. Jost Burgi, good fellow, can you please tell your project to slow down? Freeze it! Court it! Do something with that maddening thing, as I sit here and live.
Or die?
Oh Max, you know what I mean, don't you? You died once and you will die again. Well, you
actually did die again.
Regardless, sir, your ideas are uncanny. My heart is sold or stolen - you choose.
[Oedipus Rex]
[Ubu Imperator]
[The Blessed Virgin Chastises the Infant Jesus Before Three Witnesses] <3
[The Celestial Army]
[L'Ange du Foyer]
[The Elephant Celebes] <3
*Photos above are of Max Ernst's work, a surrealist of the 1900's. I first learned about his work during an art history course a few years ago and have always held a special place in my heart for his absurdity.
Where would we be in life without absurdity? From the words of a great man (which rightfully adorn my laptop screen), "The thing the world will never have enough of is the outrageous..." -Salvador Dalí
Over and out,
Mon
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