How Can I resist the shadow world
the spiders kiss. The Netherlands of my heart don t tell me Osama Tore it apart
Im a diligent beaver Ill build it again
leading the faithful back to where it all began.
Like Harry Houdini Ill undo the knot. Im a jumping jack fish and I can t be caught. Im speaking in riddles speaking in code. All though its heavy Im carrying the load. But soon Ill have that monkey off my back. Its all most time to let my eyes roll back.
Wednesday, June 22, 2005
Adam And Eve
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This digital collage reminds me of the wonderous ability of the artist to represent their inner iconography. Interestingly, it further points in the direction of the possible inclination to reconcile a patriarchical sexual politic. I will deal with both contigiously.
Here one observes Courtnage's constant return to particular imagery. The chosen sufferer, the Smoky Tiger, crucified for humankind's sins, elevated and chosen, heading to Wonderland no doubt. And with him, the tools of creation, of change, the blessed guitar of life and the blessed amp of rage.
We as well see Courtnage's enunciation of a patriarchical sexual truth. Namely, the rapture associated with the beautifully powerful and delicate brutality of an undeniable female essence; here embodied by the cat of seduction, dangerous as she smokes, holding the fires of creation at the tips of her fingers, the smoke wrapping like a snake, lightly and tightly up her body.
The smoke itself leads to nowhere, to things beyond. Is this the out? Can one release themselves from this rapture? It appears to be so.
The yellow road gives a hint to the direction one must take; while one must venture far inwards, towards the horizon and eventually disappear (yet like the tiger, one, if lucky, is chosen to suffer in their escape), most can just leave, entering the forground, heading to a trust of the unknown outside (this made possible through the particularly rapture of some).
So she is free, and he is held. She can create of her own essence, he needs tools. She can walk out easily, he can only sing about it, emanating from the source.
The reconciliation? Namely, that in representing such an ideology, Courtnage has possibly provided an answer to the destruction of his very own iconography. Both essences represent necessity, the necessity to venture in and to get lost, and the necessity to know that one can step out, can come to really know what this thing is, that which one can not define beyond. All of this through the creative capacity of both cat and tiger, male and female. A creation that is suffering inasmuch as the hope for escape. Both are creation of a separate divination, unified in one source.
To the rescue, here they are, wanting you to know where they stand, towards the rainbow that everyone is. Here I am, unity and difference, diametrically opposed opposites, not in isolation, but in reciprocal mediation of each other.
Holy Jesus and Babaji, that was deeply insightfull and intelligent. Thanks for the analysis and art-support. Truly I underestimate the power and value of educated art criticism. Especially, when the critic acts as verbal interpretor and collaborator instead of judge and jury. Kudos.
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