Ceci n’est pas une pipe.
This is not a pipe. I love statements that beg other questions. Okay. Then what is it? A realist would say, ‘It’s not a pipe…it is a representation of the original object, a picture of a painting of a pipe.’ Good thing for me, I am both an idealist and a realist. ;) I’ve never met a reality that I didn’t seek to embrace, nor one that couldn’t be changed. (TBC, xo)
[1.21] The rediscovery of this painting came to me early last week after a chance meeting with a stranger. Funny, how certain people can have an obscure impact on our lives. The truth of the matter is: life, lessons, perspectives can all change in an instant (some by fate, some by our own hands). The original muse of this post has gently faded from memory. However, the personal impact still remains. In life we often take people at face value — oversimplifying, categorizing, assuming. Similarly, our public personas also tend to live a surface level existence — oversimplified, categorized, assumed. But what of the complex world behind the walls? The place where we see the painting for the artists hands — the blots of pigment, the texture of each chosen brush, the patient hours of concentration, the experiences that led to the artists view of the world, the inner workings of a creative mind. For whatever reason, the last few years have brought an increased appreciation for looking far beyond the surface (both of myself and of others). I’ve learned to love the hidden mysteries, the process of getting from representation to raw form, the beauty of each persons intricate design. In a world without walls, there is no fear. Ceci n’est pas une pipe. This is not a pipe.
