Art Movement

I was just sitting in front of my computer screen, wanting to write something for this blog.  I was trying to be open to whatever wanted to surface.  And, almost involuntarily I typed.  "the other side of goodbye."

These lyrics by Warren Zevon have been floating in and out of my consciousness for awhile now and have surfaced in this blog before.(see Death, Zevon and The Wind written in January, 2011)

This is the full verse


Will you stay with me to the end?
When there is nothing left 
But you and me and the wind.
We'll never know till we try
To find the other side of goodbye
              - Warren Zevon The Wind


If something keeps coming to the top does that mean there's still work to be done with it or does it reflect a limited imagination?  Probably both.

We'll never know til we try to find the other side of goodbye.

These mysterious, evocative words make me feel almost the same way I feel when I look at a great painting.  I am overwhelmed with deep feeling but can't explain either the feeling or the reason it surfaced.

I remember being in the Prado museum in Madrid surrounded by some of the worlds greatest art but being deeply impacted by one painting in particular. The Portrait of a Cardinal by Raphael

     This cut and paste reproduction is a poor substitute indeed for the original.  The texture of the brush strokes and the deep crimson are significantly absent here.  Nevertheless, perhaps you can feel a bit of what I'm trying to say.  Which is more of a pondering than a pronouncement  Why do somethings grab us and shake us and not let go?  Are these qualities of attraction universal or only a reflection of some learned bias by the observer/reader?

Are Raphael and Zevon tapped into the same wellspring?

Probably.  What is that magic chord?  Where is it?

I will be forever grateful for art that touches my soul.  It seems to answer questions I didn't know how to ask and raise questions I'll never be able to answer.