Sounds like you have been suffering the same malaise from the collapse of meaning at Christmas we nearly all seem to suffer-the subtle (or not so subtle) commercial slaughter of magic and meaning that happens more and more each year. Suzette and I went straight to the comfy slipper slob-out Christmas this year ourselves and satisfied ourselves with sending a crypticaly bizarre Christmas card (the last of the three 'stormlight' images I posted that you saw at the IAF in November). So far nobody has commented who got one...
Good to hear you got something of substance that stirred you mind and soul this winter though-your trip Haworth sounds compelling. A lot I didn't know in your post btw-many thanks for that. I shall mull over the relationship between the favoured but mediocre son and his sisters. Fascinating! As an artist transcending the mediocre is always a big issue and a challenge-we hope to express something beyond it naturally, but of course it is often as much about the intersection of our art with particular points and places in our culture as about the art itself. Maybe his problem was simply that he was male and encouraged into establishment creativity? His sisters meanwhile could speak with the voice of relevent outsiders.
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Good to hear you got something of substance that stirred you mind and soul this winter though-your trip Haworth sounds compelling. A lot I didn't know in your post btw-many thanks for that. I shall mull over the relationship between the favoured but mediocre son and his sisters. Fascinating! As an artist transcending the mediocre is always a big issue and a challenge-we hope to express something beyond it naturally, but of course it is often as much about the intersection of our art with particular points and places in our culture as about the art itself. Maybe his problem was simply that he was male and encouraged into establishment creativity? His sisters meanwhile could speak with the voice of relevent outsiders.