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:: We Are Still In The Room ::

An evening of great conversations with the like-minded led me back to a couple of past landmarks:

Zen and the Room

Life is like a room. Now imagine a bulb hanging in the middle of the room.
With time, the bulb gets brigher and brighter. With time, the room gets brighter. We see more.
What seemed to be lurking shadows get illuminated with time. We become more aware.
And we will come to realise that a lot of things in the room we assume were so turned out to be something else.
At that point, when we thought we were correct, we were correct only in that context.
That is, as correct as the brightness of the bulb.
The realisation only arrives when the bulb gets brighter again. We become even more aware.
We realised that we were wrong when we see more.
We can only be 'right' at that certain moment; at the certain brightness.
Ultimately, no matter how bright the room gets, no matter how clearly we can see of everything in the room.
We are still confined in the room.

The Empire of Lights

How paradoxical! Especially when it seems so ordinary at first glance.
mcflurry wittily alluded to some LJer with reference to this Magritte painting,
"Why the brightness can never shine through (down to) the house?
Why the house is so gloomy down there?
It is like there is this brightness that the house can never felt.
The house is an outsider to this brightness.
He is the house that good weather can never get access to him."

"you can be leading a miserable life.
i dont care and no one will really care.
but if it is what you choose, dont blame others.
and dont blame the WORLD."

Very aptly put.

The Metamorphosis of Narcissus

The painting Metamorphosis of Narcissus was created in 1937 by oil on canvas by Salvador Dali. This painting uses a lot of images to say what it means, for example, a person, a hand, water, a starving dog, a chess board, a canyon or cliff, and people. This is not to fill the paper or distract the viewer from the suggested meaning or point, but to support the idea that hope and despair are reflections of one another; on opposite sides of a coin, spinning in mid-air, waiting to land and fix or destroy everything.

The first thing that one thinks upon first seeing it, from far away, is that Dali just painted the same thing twice.

From afar, it appears as if he simply cut the canvas down the middle and made one side brown and the other blue, but on closer inspection, one sees that the two sides, although very similar, are nothing alike.

On one side, there sits a limp body staring at the reflection of herself in the water that she sinks in. The setting sun glistens off the back of her head, but she just wallows in grim depression and boredom. The canyons trap her in the barren wasteland as she sits motionless, without movement, struggle, or life. This mysterious figure looks so vacant that it might as well be dead. Nothing is happening on this side, so one's attention is directed to the other.

On the other side, a blue decaying hand emerges from the ground with ants crawling on it, possibly making their homes in it or finding food on it. Atop this pedestal, rests an egg with a flower sprouting from it. This display of life emerging from the dead is a symbol of hope and beauty. To the left of the hand, a very unhealthy malnourished dog feasts on fresh meat; his salvation is handed to him and he survives. Behind the dog is a chess board with a young man in the middle of it, proudly surveying the battlefield as though it were his kingdom.

To his left are people on a road that leads off into the horizon. All these things symbolize new beginnings out of old life and hope from death.

The message that Salvador Dali was trying to get across is that hope and despair, failure and victory, and life and death are all equal forces, each one pulling the other in an eternal war to balance everything. It's all a cycle, and like all cycles, it repeats itself forever and ever, and there's no way of having one without the other.


Hear the glass shatter:
Challenges and Briefs
Looking at the Display of the Closed Shops
Golden Sequin Dress
Apple Shooters
Lisa Ono
How do you know how true they are?
Bel Ami
"Wo De Ou Xiang"
Rene Magritte
The accused
The long walk home
Embracing the rain

Inhale. Exhale.
The road beckons.
The journey continues.

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it all begins with me being asked:

"you see the irony behind the painting?".

no, i didnt see it until you ask me so. i have no one in my mind when i said the above. i just thought the answer must be there if you asked so.

now i surely die.

a side note to those interested:

the answer is "it's a house at night, when it's daytime. it's an impossible painting."

now you've spoilt the painting!

*chases mcflurry with a stick*

Love your interpretation of Dali’s Metamorphosis of Narcissus. It’s a very popular piece for psychoanalytic studies and will be read rather differently in relation to its theories.

Perhaps that may be what makes this piece of art successful – it is ambiguous, thus engages with the audience in a constant debate to unravel the meanings behind.

Rene’s great, love her subtlety in contrast to Dali’s visual flamboyance. Her work seems to narrow its focus on the object/subject and draws the viewer in like some sort of meditation material, whereas Dali offers a bombardment of visual elements that engages its audience in an investigational process of uncovering all the different layers of meanings and then piecing them together as a whole.

Do you think we’re reading too much into art sometimes?

But then again, that's what makes art art.

LOL! Blunder.

Thanks for the correction. I’ve misassociated The Rape with his self-portrait.

The eyes see a paste of serenity; of calm and soothing grace
The heart feels a tingling heat; of noises clashed without moist
The minds thinks thoughts of balance; asymmetrical in its composition

The eyes are of impressions
The heart of soft intentions
The mind then rations

Why does the mind then ration?

Too many thoughts
Too many sights
Too many feelings
Too much for the mind to think, it protects....
It rations and concludes.

And now, isn't life exciting?! :D

Not sure if it's really a good thing to always see things in more than a few dimensions....
As much as i embrace simplicity in all aspects of life....
It's not possible in the current schedule of our evolution....
makes you wonder about the real parity of human intelligences and its much random implications.

wah...I actually know who Salvador Dali is..*bimbo mode*

we are unjustly confined in the room, that attic of the mind. at times, it will be bright enough to find a window and look out of it into the englightened metaphoric reality, though in truth, we seek the door out, for the bulb can never be the sun.

the limp body staring at the pool of water, might that be Narcissus?
both egg figures resemble the ovals of a head, from which the reflection of Narcissus grows a plantling of hope. the future is in the hands of your mind. and i was thinking that perhaps both the ants and the starving dog reflects a state of wretched existance, in which a singlemindedness for survival transcends the drowning in one's ego, that eternal servitude to the reflection of one's pride.

err..i digress, just one cent worth of prattling..

One of my favourite Dali paintings is entitled "The Sheep". I think it depicts similar intentions... What is, is not. What is not, really is. Etc, etc...

Love Dali...

This image doesn't do justice tho... Hmmm...

I will go check it out in the web.

pain is just a state of mind.

It's such a small world sometimes isn't it?

The two degrees of separation?


Everyone knows everyone now, do we even need the degree of separation now? =)

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