Art – Hammershøi, the painter of silence

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“Dust motes dancing in sunbeam” by Vilhelm Hammershøi (Denmark, 1864-1916), 1900.

Hammershøi — the painter who painted silence.
How does one paint silence?
Will stillness do?
Intemporality?
How do you perceive it through art?
A representation without a story?
A rush of memories and thoughts?
Or rather their quieting?

Kenza.

Art via the National Gallery of Denmark, Copenhagen.

I have the certainty

I have the certainty that one day
we will go back into the vastness of the ocean.

We will be filled with grace and move effortlessly.
We will not need machines, nor need to invent anything.

I have the certainty that once more,
we shall be elegant creatures of the sea.

Kenza.

Inspiration: the world — too much metal, too much cement, too much noise. 

Silence and wonder

There is a profound silence in a Bach Cantata. That silence can also be heard in the paintings of Caravaggio. A flower blooms in silence.

Yes, silence, because it is from silence, that deep internal silence, that inspiration rises and where creation is fully displayed.

And yet, only once you have learned to listen, really listen, and look, really look, can you hear that silence.

The only way you can learn is if your entire being becomes silence. For that you must nourish yourself with silence, breathe it, integrate it; hence allowing your ego to wither, finally unloading the heavy burden of self-centeredness.

You will then be open to that supreme spiritual experience that is wonder —and do not be surprised if it comes to you from the most humble of places.

Kenza.

Note: I only mentioned Bach and Caravaggio, for the sake of brevity. It applies to any work of art in any form, but with criteria, that moves you (and not just your hips!).

Three in the morning

Three in the morning.

I cannot sleep.

I wrap a soft shawl around me, and quietly open and close doors leading to the garden.

I walk slowly on the path between the roses, their scent barely perceptible in the cold of the night.

The Cross above the chapel is illuminated by the full moon. It shines in shades of pink amidst the giant pine trees to my right.

I breathe in silence.

Kenza.

Inspiration: Holy Friday (19 April 2019) at La Trappa, Cistercien Monastery, Michoacán, Mexico.