It would not be inaccurate to pronounce; nor would be it anything less than inordinately conspicuous to those who have perused this website, to detect that Emerson makes me…gleeful.
His pages delineate – nay; ARE! – my mind, thoughts, beliefs and actions; and when the cross-pollination of intellective thread wends its way through his contemplation and genius and my own and imports a fresh peripheral into the mix, it’s wonderful!
I saw the David Hockney exhibition last week: the additional element; for his work renders me equally jubilant.
“All men are in some degree impressed by the face of the world; some men even to delight. The love of beauty is Taste. Others have the same love in such excess, that, not content with admiring, they seek to embody it in new forms. The creation of beauty is Art.”
~ Emerson, Nature
Notwithstanding this breathtaking and affecting subject matter, I find myself swayed to draw consideration to the transmittance of time: the last time I saw a Hockney exhibit, many of the works hanging in the Tate had not been painted yet; and distinctively, those before which I found myself more than for a moment transfixed.
Hockney was uncommonly affected, and drawn to the face of his world; his native Yorkshire (uh-oh, there it is again; and anyone who knows me knows precisely to what I hint!), and his discontent with merely admiring brought forth some of his most exquisite masterpieces.
The two pieces I have chosen to share communicate wordlessly to their beholders.
I discovered it diverting; the irony that, I – as a fellow Artist – have not oft composed landscapes; however, that I could readily discern deepness of sensation in the panoramas of another Artist was an epiphany to me, and beseeched another of Emerson’s ascertainments on beauty:
“A leaf, a sunbeam, a landscape, the ocean, make an analogous impression on the mind. What is common to them all – that perfectness and harmony, is beauty.”
~ Emerson, Nature
I am superlarively elated; and now I feel like painting!