10 November 04
Rivers
qb of Frizzy Logic went to meet Natalie of Blaugustine and bought a picture this week. There are tantalizing glimpses of them, not quite straight-on. I was mesmerized by their accounts and images of this encounter, and by Natalie’s art.
The next day I got a note from another artist friend in the UK, Brian Pike. We knew each other back when he was a graduate student in philosophy at Cambridge and I wasn’t. His topic was enthralling, though: human color perception. I argued that different cultures had a different sense of color. He didn’t think so: he said if I asked a Yanomami indian to point out their reddest red, it probably would be pretty close to mine. oh, I said. (I said this a lot when I lived in Cambridge.)
His route to becoming an artist was complicated, but I for one am so glad he did.
From the hauntingly spare images of lonely houses on Yorkshire moors to monkeys in Tamil Nadu, whose texture is only whispered across the continents at 72 dpi, I want to go buy a picture, too. I want to show up on his doorstep and have a cup of tea and plunge my face into these images that remind me of something I can’t quite remember. He says Paul Klee is the most important artist of the 20th century. Not Kandinsky, I’d say? There would be chocolate biscuits.
(I guess I’m pining for Yorkshire. People who know what Yorkshire’s like in November will probably think I’m nuts, though Coup de Vent seems not to mind.)
Brian’s art has kept us in touch, I think. And I wonder how many other friends I had who could have done something this but chose other, perhaps easier, ways, with whom I have now lost all contact. Like with Natalie and qb, the images jump, shortcircuting language. I love words. But I love breathing through my eyes, too, having this other river that flows through my soul.
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I don’t know how it is in other cultures, but there must be environmental influences that have affected cultures, too. I don’t see how a people who lived for millenia in a monotone landscape like Scandinavia or Alaska can possibly perceive colors the same way as a people who lived for millenia in a color-rich landscape like the Southwest, the African savannah, or the Amazon. If people’s bodies can evolved to physically look so different according to their original environments, I don’t see why color perception can’t be different, too… if just for survival. how anyone ever done a study of this? (my father wrote a book on color perception when I was a boy and that heavily influenced me).
A propos Yorkshire in November, it’s divine. Do visit!