Reimagining Faith: The Chauvet Cave Art

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32,000 years ago.  In Europe.  When the Alps had glaciers 9,000 feet thick, in a valley in what is now France, in a cave concealed by an ancient rock slide, these astonishing works remain, a galleries of ancient art, a museum with no light, no movable images and nothing between us and the artists who worked here but time.  These are the oldest works of art.  Period.  And their lines flow from one place to the next, moving with the grace of an angel in flight, creating forms with ease, with economy of line.

Werner Herzog makes strange and wonderful films.  He finds human narratives in fascinating places.  That the French allowed him to film Chauvet testifies to his reputation and he only enhances it with this work.

He interviewed a man, I didn’t get his name or profession, who said to understand the photograph below there are two attributes of life then that could help make sense of it.  The first he said is fluidity.  That is, trees talk, rocks talk, entities are not fixed, they are fluid, one can change into the other, so a woman can become a river, a tree can become a man.  The second is permeability, the forms are not fixed, a woman might have the head of a bull, or a horse the head and upper body of a human.

He suggests, and it certainly makes sense to me, that this drawing from Chauvet Cave illustrates exactly that first example of permeability.  It doesn’t take much to get to Picasso’s Minotaurs or the Labyrinth in Knossos.  Or, Ovid’s Metamorphoses.

Imagine living in a world where life, sentience, spirit embedded itself in everything.  More, image a place where the boundaries of your form and your life were not firm, where the boundary between this place and the Other World seemed always thin.  More, imagine lions with the head and forearms of a cave bear.  Or, a woman turned into a tree by a stream.  A hunter turned into a stag and eaten by his own dogs.

This is a world where neither faith nor belief are necessary because the world is as it is.  Magical.  Changeable.  Wonderful.  Horrifying.  Unpredictable.  Just imagine.

 

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New posts under Current Work:  a new Metamorphoses translation, a new photoshop image, a new image and post in Art, and more on the Reimagining Faith project, work done for Groveland UU–a 3,000 word piece.

On the Town in Andover

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Saw Hunger Games tonight.  This movie hits the right notes, keeps the tension on and has a hard, unblinking bravery.  They didn’t go ironic with it, nor did they CGI it to death.  It was a grim story, told honestly.  I agree with the person who compared it favorably to Last of the Mohicans, though placed it on a lower level.  It has a distinct American feel while being dystopian to the core.

Kate and I went out afterwards to Pappy’s Bar in sort of downtown Andover.  We saw the movie in Andover then had burgers at Pappy’s.  Relatively new, Pappy’s is an adjunct to Pappy’s Cafe, a very downhome joint.  So’s the bar.

I witnessed a phenomenon, I imagine common, that I had not seen before.  People went to a pull tab counter, bought the pull tabs, picked up a small plastic tub which they took back to their table and their Budweisers.  Then, at least the two couples I watched would drink beer, watch gymnastics on TV and open the pull-tabs, throwing the losers in the plastic tubs.  After a while, they’d get up and repeat.  The men bought the pull tabs, but the women shared in the opening and discarding.

Meanwhile four fairly large middle-aged women sat on bar stools and poured’em back one after another.  “We’ll be back another time.  If we get home.”

Big doin’s in Andover.

 

A long day

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Coulda done better this am.  Professor went along with my group for the tour of European art.  She wanted to show them things and I wanted to show them things.  Hmmm.  If I could have enlisted her, probably better, but I wasn’t up to it today.  Why?  Dunna know.

Good part is that I learned a lot in the prep.

Ode and I went through the sports show and had lunch.  Enjoyed the time with him.

Scanned for a while afterwards, until 3pm.  Glad I had a reasonable stop time today.  Will take a while.

 

Our Body, Our Politic

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OK, I admit it.  I got suckered in by that warm weather.  Now I miss it.  So, sue me.  Even so, I still prefer the usual seasonal transition, but if you’re gonna make a change at least stick with it for the duration.

Interesting art day today.  College modern history class this morning going through art developments from 1880-1930. I’m ready and looking forward to it.  Then, at 11:15, I meet Ode in the Sports Show, walk through it with him and afterward have lunch.  The Great Scanning Project from 1:00 or so until 3:00 or so.

Saw the Supreme Court may strike down the Health Care Law.  If they do, probably in the interest of limiting the power of government.  Our polity demands a tension between the liberty and freedom of the individual and notions of fairness and equity in the nation at large.

A strong, stubborn part of me recognizes liberty and freedom as essential to a good, full life.  Another, also dominant, part reacts viscerally to a society that tips the scales against the poor.  That puts a thumb on the balance.  Discrimination, out right bigotry has broad, systemic power.  And that hurts me when I see it.

Our country, this rich country, does not need to withhold from its citizens.  We can share while maintaining our wide zone of individual liberty.  I know we can.  Look at how much we shared as a nation to turn back Hitler and Japan.  Look at the dramatic, substantive changes since the Civil Rights Act.  We’re better as a whole than the limited vision of a few.

No matter where you stand in terms of faith the West’s great religions insist on equitable and just treatment of the poor, of women and children.  Surely we can agree on that, at least.

 

 

School Days, School Days

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Second and last class tonight in InDesign, a text and image formatting program by Adobe that I plan to use for designing my own e-books to sell to Amazon.  Not sure how far I got with this program, but enough to get started anyhow.

For the first time, this was my sixth evening at Champlain high school, there were students around. Band practice, I don’t know what else.  For some reason I got a sense then of students as a river, flowing through a school, the individuals changing, but the river always moving, filled with water.  In the train of that thought came a wondering about teachers related to the river.

Kate took an Excel class tonight at Blaine High School.  She says she learned a lot.

Education always cranks me up, gets my energy working.  It was true tonight.

Bee Protein and Surge Protection

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Pollen patties came today. (see right) I’ll be out with the bees tomorrow, weather permitting.  They need the pollen patties for protein which they can’t yet find in adequate supply.  That means the season will have well and truly begun.

To add to that sense we had, as we might expect in late April or early May, thunderstorms this morning around 5 am.  They woke the dogs, who began barking, barking, barking.  Well, I had to get up anyway to shut down our complement of electronic devices, so I let the dogs out.

I’ve been shutting down computers and modems and routers for 18 years and have never had a problem.  My suspicion is that this is something I no longer need to do; but, like an old hoss, I always follow the path to the barn.  Even though the barn got pulled down years ago.

When we first moved in, I had the electrician install surge protectors in the main junction box to forestall any lightning caused jump in current from frying our computers.  He thought this was the silliest idea, but I was paying so he did it anyhow.  That’s why I say I think I no longer need to do it.  Those surge protectors are still lit up after all these years.

The route in that’s not protected is the cable from the cable junction box which sits at the northeastern edge of our property line.  If a lightning bolt hit it, that could fry the modem and the routers.  Again, never a problem.

 

Step Outside

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Boy, have you caught the sliver moon with Venus above it and Jupiter below?  Soon there will be tulips and crocus and snow drops.  The magnolia already lights up our patio.  A soft torch of white burning quietly.  Round Lake just a quarter mile from our house looks great right at sunset and in the dark with stars and the moon reflecting in it.

The climate may be playing havoc with the seasons but the inescapable beauty of the natural world remains.

Keats may have stretched it a bit, but not too far.  Truth is beauty.

The good news here is that no .5%’er will ever corner the market on sliver moons or magnolia blossoms or reflections in that pond near your house.  These, the original art works, the masterpieces of our everyday world, belong to the commons.  All we have to do is step outside.

Late Breaking news:  as of 9 pm tonight

At noon, local time (10 p.m. ET),James Cameron ‘s “vertical torpedo” sub broke the surface of the western Pacific, carrying the National Geographic explorer and filmmaker back from theMariana Trench ‘s Challenger Deep—Earth’s deepest, and perhaps most alien, realm.

The first human to reach the 6.8-mile-deep (11-kilometer-deep) undersea valley solo, Cameron arrived at the bottom with the tech to collect scientific data, specimens, and visions unthinkable in 1960, when the only other manned Challenger Deep dive  took place, according to members of the National Geographic expedition.

The Garden in Early June. No, Wait…

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Seasonal craziness note:  both of the photographs here were taken in our garden on the same day, April 20th, 2011.

Chainsawing today.  Cutting back aged amur maple branches, considering eliminating all of these fragile little trees and starting over with something new.  Kate raked out fallen leaves and I moved them to a place where they can rest.  Both Kate and I cut down perennial stalks and grasses left in place over the winter.

Tulips and iris and crocus have all begun to push out of the ground.  None of these will be injured if a frost comes; they’re spring ephemerals or early risers.  Their strategy is to get up, bloom, go to seed and store food for next spring’s big push before the leaves come out and other plants get in their way.  It’s a smart plan and one that gives us beautiful blooms often as winter seems to have barely left the building.

We’ll work away at it, an hour or two at a time and by the end of the week we’ll have those we can reach without compacting soil spruced up and ready for the growing season.

Our magnolia is in full bloom right now, a white torch in an otherwise brown world.  Kate wanted a magnolia and she got one.  If we don’t get the severe cold, say -30, it gives us an early spring pick me up.

It always feels to good to get outside, shake off the gardening rust and slowly get up to speed with the yard again.  When we bought this house 18 years, we spent a fair amount of cash upfront on landscaping, figuring that we wanted to enjoy while we lived here and that’s its maturation would swing into place just when we needed it.  We were right.

This year and the next couple we’ll focus on preparing our flower beds, vegetable beds and orchard for minimal maintenance, keeping active as far as planting and intensive tending only those areas we can manage.