Friday, January 29, 2010

Not a Shotgun Wedding

Here are some pretty early signs/roots of Western Consumerism.  During the Early Renaissance time in Northern Europe, it was in style to be wealthy.  To show one's wealth and good style involved a lavish display of excess.  Jan van Eyck, Flemish (Northern Belgium, Dutch speaking) painter, who was the first to come up with the idea of suspending pigment in oil, and was therefore the first ever oil painter, did this work,
Arolfini Wedding Portrait, 1434.  

A pregnant bride?  Nope.  Look again.  She is wearing such a ridiculous quantity of fur lined, richly dyed green fabric, that she has to gather it up in her hands in order to walk.  What a display.  I note that Westerners STILL have not gotten over the impulse to show off by having way more stuff than could ever be used or deemed necessary.  I include myself in this accusation, though I do think I have come a long way in paring down over the years.  Still- a continuous effort at consciousness, a tug of war of material addiction, attachment and letting go.

I never knew that David from the Bible was such a sexy guy.

Donatello's David c.1386-1466, bronze sculpture, is described in my art lecture as "living, breathing realism with flesh flowing smoothly over muscle and bone", and as having "Hellenistic Sensuality".  Sounds a bit like soft porn, to me.

Sunday, January 24, 2010

Angels Locking Demons Into the Mouth of Hell




I am taking Art History 202 in college right now.  The lecture that I am currently studying is about the art and culture of Medieval Europe.  These times in Western History are both fascinating and appalling to me.  I am very drawn to the mysticism, the fantasy, the elaborate detail and decor, and the deeply spiritual nature of the art work.  I am disturbed by the rampant growth of the medieval Christian religion (mainly Roman Catholic during these times), which ever since it was legalized by the Roman Emperor, Constantine, in 313 AD it grew and spread like mold in the damp dark.  People were required to claim membership of the church.  It was not a choice,  and pretty soon it was the seventh century, and Roman, English and Irish monks and missionaries who were bound and determined to spread and take over the earth, were attempting to wipe out all paganism, with moderate success.  I know, being pagan myself, that they didn't eradicate it completely, but they sure sent it underground, stomping on it and smothering it with their bigger, grander seeming faith and religion.  They had a core belief that humanity is corrupt and feeble willed.  They thought that goodness only came by the grace of god through extensive prayer and hard work.  I can't help but think that this thinking, (which I recognize to be a good bit different now, with modern Christianity, as it started to become more humanized towards the Renaissance) was possibly one of the reasons that evil people do exist in such great numbers.  People live up to our truest expectations of them.  If we tell children that they are bad and in danger of being damned, without begging for salvation and living in the fear of God, then the children will live either live in fear and do good things for the wrong reasons, or they will just know that they are truly corrupt, and be that way to the extreme.  Why bother striving for a goodness that will never manifest naturally, that you must beg God for, but are incapable of by your own resolve?  It sounds like a pretty discouraging quest, to me.  If the fear of hell and demons takes a pretty good hold on you, that might make you good, though.  I would guess, also, that if one is of a very materialistic or achieving nature, they might be tantalized by promises of heaven's golden gates and an eternity of dreamy happiness that could be earned through God.

That dreaminess and promise of a golden other world is exactly what the artistic manuscripts below are attempting to capture and convince, with their glitter and shine. 

They used costly gold and silver, as well as grinding semi-precious stones into a powder as richly colored pigment, and using the gleaming stone pieces for textured inlays on the covers.  There were all kinds of textures, including raised wire patterning and metal relief sculpture.  Beautiful!  The inner pages of the book were parchment.  Until this study, I was unaware that parchment used to be something much different than the waxy paper that I bake with, or a fancy, brownish paper scroll for writing upon.  They actually used animal skin for these books.  It is very bothersome to me to think that it took velum (a thin, transparent skin from an unborn calf) to make the print transfers for the pages, as well as the skin from a herd of 1600 calves (yes, one thousand, six hundred baby animals- you read that right) for a monastery to create the parchments for just three manuscripts.  I can imagine though, that these books are strikingly gorgeous to touch, smell and hold, with an impressive weight and feel to them.  They must hold a true sense of the sacred both by their materials, the hand labor that went into them and the history that they tell.  The work that went into hand painting the illuminated (brightly colored and decorated) wording and illustration on these pages took such dedication.  The monks created these books as  work that was required of them to earn their salvation and redemption, and to show commitment to God and the church.



Friday, January 15, 2010

Where is my time?

On these nights when I need to finish a research paper for school before morning, and prepare for tomorrow's quiz, my children need me more than usual.  Tenar has poison oak on his hand and couldn't sleep.  He was in and out of bed past 10PM.  Galen was awake, giggling and cooing in hopes for Mama playtime until 10:45 PM.  Just 5 minutes later, when I had sat down to task once again, out comes Reya, "hi Mama", climbing into my lap.  Elliot read his book until after 11 PM, wanting to engage me periodically into conversation.  Morning will start for me at 7 AM, when I must clothe, feed, and drive children all over town.  I have hours of work ahead of me, and midnight soon approaches.  Okay, one more time, I will begin...

Thursday, January 14, 2010

More than milk

Galen is now six months old.  According to the mainstream medical world, as well as by obvious signs of interest and pending teeth just under the surface, this means that he is now ready for food that grows outside of the mother.  What an incredible life transition, when I really think about it, to go from depending entirely upon the milk of the mother, to gradually accepting and thriving off of food from plant sources, and eventually other animal sources as well.  I don't think it occurred to me with the others, the magnitude of importance this transition bears.

Galen's dad was visiting us and got to experience the food event.  Steamed and pureed, Organic delicata squash.  Delicious!  I froze the leftover into ice cube trays, and then popped the cubes into a big zip-lock freezer bag, as I've always done for my babies, for quick and easy portions to defrost at mealtime.


Happy half birthday, baby!

Barrel of Monkeys

The monkey barrel has survived as a favorite bathtub toy for well over a year now.  Would they be as fun, one might ask, without a head full of curls?