member of:Observers of the Interdependence of Domestic Objects and Their Influence on Everyday Life


This group has been active for a long time and has already made some remarkable assertions which render life simpler from the practical point of view. For example, I move a pot of green color five centimeters to the right, I push in the thumbtack beside the comb and if Mr. A (another adherent like me) at this moment puts his volume about bee-keeping beside a pattern for cutting out vests, I am sure to meet on the sidewalk of the avenida Madero a woman who intrigues me and whose origin and address I never could have known...
--Remedios Varo


(Slideshow is of Artwork by Remedios Varo)
By believing passionately in something that still does not exist, we create it. The nonexistent is whatever we have not sufficiently desired.
--Franz Kafka

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Friday, June 7, 2013

Santa Caterina, the Saint of Your Galvanization

Santa Caterina maquette in the style taught by Clive Hicks-Jenkins



How Music and Art will Save Your Life

I sing the body electric,
The armies of those I love engirth me and I engirth them,
They will not let me off till I go with them, respond to them,
And discorrupt them, and charge them full with the charge of the soul.
--Walt Whitman


Santa Caterina Maquette by zoe blue


In his address to the parents of incoming music students to the Boston Conservatory, Karl Paulnack, in an explanation of how musicians are like emergency-workers, reached back millenia in history to begin his argument:
“The first people to understand how music really works were the ancient Greeks. And this is going to fascinate you; the Greeks said that music and astronomy were two sides of the same coin. Astronomy was seen as the study of relationships between observable, permanent, external objects, and music was seen as the study of relationships between invisible, internal, hidden objects. Music has a way of finding the big, invisible moving pieces inside our hearts and souls and helping us figure out the position of things inside us.”

This is not only a meditation on the impact music can have on mood and emotion, for it is also true that music can grab hold of diseases our science still has little idea how to locate in the body, and hold them down or shut them down, releasing our invisible pieces so we can function again.

“While the power of music has been known for millennia,” Oliver Sacks states in his Musicophilia, “the idea of formal music therapy arose only in the late 1940s, especially in response to the large numbers of soldiers returning from the battlefields of the Second World War with head wounds and traumatic brain injuries or ‘battle fatigue’ (or ‘shell shock,’ as it was called in the First World War, a condition we would now categorize as ‘post-traumatic stress disorder’).With many of these soldiers, it was found that their pain and misery and even, seemingly, some of their physiological responses (pulse rates, blood pressure, and so on) could be improved by music.”
Listening to music can bring the blood pressure back into balance whether it was too high or too low, and it can decrease physical pain, both acute and chronic. Just after WWI, as those traumatized vets were entering the wards, a bizarre ‘sleeping sickness’, encephalitis lethargica, also “swept the globe,” its cause unclear. Those patients were either frozen--catatonic-- or racked by stuttering, explosive, non-functional movements; they would remain that way for decades. When Sacks started working with them in 1966, there was still no medication available to help them, but there was music: what he saw was that the patients

“could not easily initiate anything, and yet often they were able to respond. Many could catch and return a ball if it was thrown, and almost all of them tended to respond in some way to music. Some of them could not initiate a single step but could be drawn into dancing and could dance fluidly. Some could scarcely utter a syllable; their voices, when they could speak, lacked tone, lacked force, were almost spectral. But these patients were able to sing on occasion, loudly and clearly, with full vocal force and a normal range of expressiveness and tone.”
Two different things are revealing themselves in this range of patient: one is that music can return a patient’s mysteriously stolen spark, bringing him or her ‘back to life’; the second is that music can re-calibrate the pulse rates, blood pressure, and other physiological and psychological damages caused by war. What does that mean about those damages? Think about the cacophony of war, the discordance of the exercise itself, yes, but also the jarring, shocking, thundering sounds of it: a piece of music, the symphony of society, is destroying itself. Someone who has been in the midst of that loses his way, his heart stutters, the blood thus doesn’t flow smoothly and the oxygen balances are inadequate at times or overwhelming at others (like what happens when you stand up too fast, multiplied)--these are symptoms that bring to mind hyperventilation--




--and hyperventilation brings me to the studies of Vic Tandy, a professor at Coventry University. Tandy was an engineering designer who, at the time of the events described below, was working in a lab that manufactured medical equipment. His experiences there led to the publication of a paper in the Journal of the Society for Psychical Research called The Ghost in the Machine. People working in that lab were beginning to complain of hauntings; odd things were happening, and the stress and anxiety of working there skyrocketed. Tandy himself chalked events up to odd noises made by various pieces of equipment combined with the power of suggestion and ignored the drama to focus on his work. But one night, he stayed late, alone, working on a project:

“As he sat at the desk writing he began to feel increasingly uncomfortable. He was sweating but cold and the feeling of depression was noticeable. The cats were moving around and the groans and creaks from what was now a deserted factory were ‘spooky’, but there was also something else. It was as though something was in the room with V.T. There was no way into the lab without walking past the desk where V.T. was working. He looked around and even checked the gas bottles to be sure there was not a leak in the room. There were oxygen and carbon dioxide bottles and occasionally the staff would work with anaesthetic agents, all of which could cause all sorts of problems if handled inappropriately. All of these checked out fine so V.T. went to get a cup of coffee and returned to the desk. As he was writing he became aware that he was being watched, and a figure slowly emerged to his left. It was indistinct and on the periphery of his vision but it moved as V.T. would expect a person to. The apparition was grey and made no sound...”

Vic Tandy decided to go home for the night, reasoning that his exhaustion was affecting his brain. When he returned the next day, it was early and with his fencing foil, which needed a small adjustment before a competition; he was planning to use the lab’s  bench vice to hold it down as he worked. He set everything up and left the room to get some oil:


“As he returned, the free end of the blade was frantically vibrating up and down. Combining this with his experience from the previous night he once again felt an immediate twinge of fright. However, vibrating pieces of metal were more familiar to him than apparitions so he decided to experiment. If the foil blade was being vibrated it was receiving energy which must have been varying in intensity at a rate equal to the resonant frequency of the blade. Energy of the type just described is usually referred to as sound. There was a lot of background noise but there could also be low frequency sound or infrasound which V.T. could not hear.”

Human hearing, like human sight, is limited to a small range of frequencies. At the bottom of the piano keyboard, around where the tuba gets its tones, our ability to pick up sound drops off, and the frequencies enter a range referred to as infrasound--which we can’t hear, but we can still be immensely affected by. Infrasound is responsible for much of the damage caused by the explosion of a bomb, for example, as a sonic wave carries the destruction over a far greater area than the actual blast site (remember our soldiers, above). Scientists are now using infrasound detectors to try to get some warning before earthquakes, and it is believed that the explosion of a volcano is also a deep infrasonic event. It’s infrasound that shatters windows miles away from an explosive event. Vic Tandy, in an interview with Chris Arnot for the Guardian, explains that “evidence from NASA and other sources suggests that it [infrasound] can cause you to hyperventilate and your eyeballs to vibrate;” the resultant vision-smearing and oxygen-depletion then combine to create anxiety and apparitions, all of which can veer into a self-feeding loop that leads to the sensation that some entity is trying to kill you--and in that, the effects of shell-shock and the experience of terrifying ghost-hauntings can become oddly similar. Vic Tandy’s lab had just had an exhaust fan installed which had a frequency of 18.9 Hz (our hearing bottoms out around 20 Hz), and the shape of the room had created a standing wave at that frequency, meaning, basically, that it was bouncing off the wall of one end and returning to the other side in an endless cycle. The center of the standing wave was his desk: the apparitions, the vibrating metal, and the sense of unease and terror were all a creation of the low, inaudible hum of an exhaust fan. Haunting solved.



Imagine the explosions of war, combined with the front-row view of some of the bleakest of human capabilities, and suddenly ‘shell-shock’ becomes understandable as physiological damage in an endless feedback loop. How fascinating, then, that music can be precisely what is needed to heal it--although it’s likely that, for a long-term cure, a different demonstration of human society’s capabilities might also be necessary.

And, in fact, every patient--whether traumatized, parkinsonian, aphasic, or otherwise ‘locked-in’, needs a particular music to return him (or her) back to his own natural rhythm and flow. It’s not a cure in a pill; it’s specific to the patient, and to his desired interaction with his environment.

In several of the cases Sacks studies, the power of symbolism is noted as is the fact that practice in the mind is at least to some extent equal to practice in the body. For some, imagining a piece of music playing is enough to get them going and keep a flowing movement in their mind, speech and body, for as long as they can keep the piece going in their imagination, so the mere mention by a nurse or visitor of a particular Chopin Nocturne could be enough to kick-start (galvanize) the patient. But imagination is even more powerful in that within it, you can call upon many only hoped-for abilities and put them into play, and this is where Santa Caterina as an iconic character, there to remind you to move when you feel frozen, comes in:


“Ivan Vaughan, a Cambridge psychologist who developed Parkinson’s disease, wrote a memoir about living with the disease, and Jonathan Miller directed a 1984 BBC documentary (Ivan, broadcast as part of the Horizon series) based on this. In both the book and the film, Ivan describes a variety of ingenious, indirect stratagems for getting himself going, which he could not do by sheer will. Thus, for example, he would allow his eyes to wander when he woke up, until he caught sight of a tree painted on the wall by his bed. This would act as a stimulus, in effect saying, “Climb me,” and by imagining himself climbing, Ivan could climb out of bed—a simple act which he was unable to do directly.”(Musicophilia).




Music and electricity, incorruptibility and renewal, are all contained within the vision of her music, her dance to set you free.

Tuesday, August 4, 2009

Dreams of Hungry Ghosts

Following what appears to be this week's theme of Max Ernst and collage...



"Lost at Sea"


"Bird Woman"



In a 2006 interview with Robert Ayers for the Nancy Hoffman Gallery, which represents her, Colette Calascione was asked:
So how do you actually make a painting like Persephone? Her answer is rather surprising, and reminds me that there are a million ways to create, and it's always up to us to explore and discover a way that opens the path for us:

"The first stage is the drawing, getting the drawing together. That’s always my favorite part, that’s the best. I’m actually not that good at drawing—I trace everything, with no shame. So I generally start with everything on tracing paper. Then I do lots of Xeroxing and enlarging. And then things happen, changes happen, and I get to play around with things. Everything comes together like a collage. Persephone was from a photograph—I love those old erotic photographs—and I had the mask, so it just worked out that way.

Then I draw everything on a white panel with a watercolor pencil. I’ll do that until I get the drawing how I like it. Then I’ll do the various layers. It’s mostly for the flesh that I’ll do all of this, because I have so much flesh in my painting! Over the drawing, I do a coat of Caput Mortem—which is an old-time technique, an earth red—and over that I’ll put three layers of white and a layer of green which neutralizes the red. All that creates an optical gray, a grisaille. Then the color starts happening and that’s the tortuous stuff. That’s the hard part...Because I’m so particular. It has to be perfect. The color has to set a mood, and be just right. I’ll redo a color 10 times sometimes until I get it right."


"Persephone"


--In a different version of Adam and Eve, a much older one, in fact, it is the man, ___, who tricks (willfully) the woman, Persephone, into partaking of forbidden foods, in this case, a pomegranate, though it's interesting to note here that there's a lot of scholarship suggesting that the pomegranate was also the actual forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden. For the six little seed she absent-mindedly--unaware of the consequences-- nibbles on during the first moments of her captivity, Persephone must from here unto forever spend 6 months out of every year in the Underworld with her captor. And her mother, mourning this, sends the world into winter.

Here, Persephone's mask, a bird swooping downwards, is all she wears, and she seems completely casual, indeed almost bored in her nakedness, as if what had once been terrifying--her abduction to and rape in the underworld--is now just another bit of routine, you know, fall and winter follow spring and summer and then it's back to that constant orgy for 6 months. It's not a bad life, just repetitive. There's no pomegranate here, no symbol of lost innocence, no recollection of lost innocence.




DREAM OF THE HUNGRY GHOST

"That one [Dream of a Hungry Ghost] is my favorite painting. It's based on my favorite Max Ernst collage. I just the loved the image. I had it hanging on my wall for years. That's me in the painting looking like Mary Poppins. Recently I've been painting me a lot. The sculpture on the table is a Picasso drawing. Then look at the wallpaper. The roses are insane. There are five hundred roses in there, and I painted each one in detail, and they are so thick that there are bumps on the surface of the paint. You can feel them. I worked on it for two years. I think it probably looked finished after a year, but I had it here on my studio wall, and though I'd be working on something else, there’d always be some little thing I could do to make it look more illuminated. I really like that, to keep a painting around and I’ll think, "Maybe I could just add a little highlight here," and then it gets this really nice polished look."


(Max Ernst, from "Une Semaine de Bonte")

In 1934, Max Ernst put together a book of collages called Une Semaine de Bonta, ou, Les Sept Elements Cardinaux (A Week of Kindness, or, the Seven Deadly Elements), which I have already written about here, and the entirety of which is available here. Each day of the week envisions one of the seven deadly elements-- -- in several collaged images. "On Tuesday, large or small dragons (sometimes bats or serpents) are almost universally present… Stern, proper-looking women sprout giant sets of wings, serpents appear in the drawing-room and bed-chamber…" Tuesday is La Cour du Dragon, The Dragon's Heart, whose element is fire. Here you have the man with his dragon's wings, passionately embraced, clutched into a kiss, in a Victorian drawing room. Calascione's version adds color, and she paints it as a whole piece, but it still keeps an oddly collaged feel, perhaps because of the incongruence of the images. She also adds angels wings into the petticoats of the woman's dress, strengthening the incongruence and deepening the story: is this an angel, pulling a demon into an embrace? Because she is very clearly in the lead. Calascione also adds the element of fire. The colored squares of the floor hollow out, adding another dimension to the room, and flames leap up from the depths in a circle around them. But they do not touch the couple. From above a key is offered, by a hand from yet another dimension, that enters through a wall. Here is a moment of union, a moment of opportunity. Instead of seeing it as the woman falling into the clutches of a demon (which is still a possibility, once the moment ends, as the flames and the easy access from below remind us), we can see here a demon gaining the key to heaven. It is not clear whether he will accept, but at the moment, anything is possible. That's just my opinion. But in the interview with Robert Ayers, Calascione expressed her hope that viewers would come up with their own interpretations of the images, as she was offering none.


Coincidental Gathering




Here's a mermaid against the background of Hokusai's giant wave, from the Mt. Fuji wood-block series of the Edo Period. I like the effect of lush painting against wood-block style. Note that she's turned some of the ocean spray into bubbles, thus mixing the foreground with the background.




Hokusai's Great Wave.



I first discovered her art here, on ArtOdyssey's blog.



Rapunzil

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Margo Selski

bizarre and fascinating, and in keeping, i think, with all the themes here...



once again, art odyssey made my post easy, since i was too lazy to write...