" the ladder"
by George (9/18/2006)
by George (9/18/2006)
No.7
Dear Rin,
"a will" is a little world, a stream of light comes down, a gallaxy whirls around, drawn
to a still silent word. Very beautiful.
I’m having a hard time expressing myself. I keep writing and writing and starting over,
so please, if my expression seems disjointed, forgive me.
I like what you have to say about Klee, individuality, and the will and this particular
way of receiving the manifestation of the creative work.
Making the invisible visible—as Klee says. This is for me the big “YES”. I am always
amazed at how things form in a creative work and in life.
I also felt from beginning that we have met for a reason. I experienced great joy in
meeting you. A very wise man said that what begins with day later develops into our
work together. What could be more meaningful?
This new one, you will see, is different. I call it “the ladder” but it is more like a stairway
and has to do with what you are expressing in the “will”. Although, I think, “a will”
express it more perfectly. “the ladder” is an accurate expression of my present moment.
The dream of summer is over.
You ask in your letter if I am not communicating in my works a “vision from over the
stream”. I can only say that there has always been a dimension in my life, which can
hardly be spoken of. English is a language suitable for externals but does not well in
more subtle realms. The trouble area has always been for me “yes, I see something is
different—for others life is more concrete, the way is more definite, more certain. But
how do I live, because I am not like that?
My first ray of hope came when I was eight years old—when I saw a show of painting
by Vincent Van Gogh and I recognized that he had found a way to join the sensible
world with super sensible experience. At the time however, I did not know what a
troubled life he led.
I retained a naivete late into life. It has not been easy. I could never explain how
these paintings came about or how they fit into the rest or what they were trying to tell
people. It’s always magic. There is something different, yes, and I have studied a great
deal to try to understand it. But at the same time I am very human, very familiar with
feelings and human experience. In someways, I am a simple person.
Other is something about you Rin that I recognize, what it is I cannot say, but you
express it in “a will” indeed, in all your images and your words.
PS: I understand you and accept completely what you say. Yes, I do like the thought
of an exhibit.
your friend,
George
"a will" is a little world, a stream of light comes down, a gallaxy whirls around, drawn
to a still silent word. Very beautiful.
I’m having a hard time expressing myself. I keep writing and writing and starting over,
so please, if my expression seems disjointed, forgive me.
I like what you have to say about Klee, individuality, and the will and this particular
way of receiving the manifestation of the creative work.
Making the invisible visible—as Klee says. This is for me the big “YES”. I am always
amazed at how things form in a creative work and in life.
I also felt from beginning that we have met for a reason. I experienced great joy in
meeting you. A very wise man said that what begins with day later develops into our
work together. What could be more meaningful?
This new one, you will see, is different. I call it “the ladder” but it is more like a stairway
and has to do with what you are expressing in the “will”. Although, I think, “a will”
express it more perfectly. “the ladder” is an accurate expression of my present moment.
The dream of summer is over.
You ask in your letter if I am not communicating in my works a “vision from over the
stream”. I can only say that there has always been a dimension in my life, which can
hardly be spoken of. English is a language suitable for externals but does not well in
more subtle realms. The trouble area has always been for me “yes, I see something is
different—for others life is more concrete, the way is more definite, more certain. But
how do I live, because I am not like that?
My first ray of hope came when I was eight years old—when I saw a show of painting
by Vincent Van Gogh and I recognized that he had found a way to join the sensible
world with super sensible experience. At the time however, I did not know what a
troubled life he led.
I retained a naivete late into life. It has not been easy. I could never explain how
these paintings came about or how they fit into the rest or what they were trying to tell
people. It’s always magic. There is something different, yes, and I have studied a great
deal to try to understand it. But at the same time I am very human, very familiar with
feelings and human experience. In someways, I am a simple person.
Other is something about you Rin that I recognize, what it is I cannot say, but you
express it in “a will” indeed, in all your images and your words.
PS: I understand you and accept completely what you say. Yes, I do like the thought
of an exhibit.
your friend,
George