From todays still life class, 12"x12", oil on canvas. I'd like to work on it a bit more but as I never finished last Thursday's painting I will post this as-is. Also I have eaten the Pomegranate seeds.
We have not even to risk the adventure alone for the heros of all time have gone before us-the labyrinth is fully known. We have only to follow the thread of the hero path, and where we had thought to find an abomination, we shall find a god; where we had thought to slay another, we shall slay ourselves; where we had thought to travel outward, we shall come to the center of our own existence. And where we had thought to be alone, we shall be with all the world.
Art and Visual Perception is in there. I was floored in grad school to read Arnheim's exploration of the psychology of composition. He gives an intellectual explanation of why formal elements have emotional resonance. At the top of the stack is the first volume of Marcel Proust's In Search of Lost Time (Madeline cookie triggers flood of childhood memory) which, it turns out, makes a perfect companion to Ernest Schachtel's Metamorphosis: On the Conflict of Human Development and the Psychology of Creativity in which he breaks down perception sense by sense while also describing the developmental origins of the conflict between our drive for discovery and our fear of the unknown.
The thick, dark blue book is The New Oxford Book of English Verse (new being relative as it is a 1939-republication of a collection from 1900). In the original preface Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch (good name, eh?) quotes Coleridge's (of Rhyme of the Ancient Mariner fame with its "water, water, everywhere..." and that whole business with the albatross) poem Mythology:
At first I wasn't going to let myself paint the pomegranate again. I thought, no, you've already painted enough of those, thats lazy you must try harder. But then I realized-rubbish! Every time I look its different. There is no shame in sitting down and trying to see a thing no matter how many time's you've looked at it before. Does the fact that I have already had few conversations with my sister mean there's no point in speaking with her again? Lets hope not. (I think I've probably written that here before, but this is a post about what's worth repeating.) And furthermore I get to paint anything that I feel like painting! oops, here I am arguing with myself again.