Sacrifice of Isaac

The Infinite Movement?

I've always liked this one, but since Kierkegaard how could I not bring him up.

I think I like the study more, though, where Abraham doesn't look about to get hit - I first mis-saw it as the angel covering Isaac's eyes, which seemed beautiful and is the reality I choose

Upon seeing the closer version, though, I was surprised at how heavy the angel's features are
He looks much like my English teacher....

But where is the ram?

The Infinite Movement

Faith Only?

The true movements of faith are ones of passion, not meditation.

-> So it is said, so it may be?

But these infinite movements do not need to be those of faith, just those without meditation

But serene

Kierkegaard perhaps admired the faithful and their 'absurd' to greatly to see what was before him, or within his own capacity

There is the capacity for 'infinity' tied to the finite in so many - the expression of so many movements of prayer, faith, spiritualism, idealism or creation, perhaps, are the same

There are those who let life take it's course without resigning themselves per se to a higher power

-> There are those that gaze into the 'third eye'

Or what is it, psychologically?

Is that our horror-fascination, too? 

It seems that the abyss that stares back into us is a lie, or that it was there

As a kind of peace

Or that the abyss, the God, the infinity and exit and whole ego is ourselves

The endlessness we reflect on is our own being, a brain that considers it's own existence

Nicola Samorì

Male, Italian

He can speak for himself.
http://www.nicolasamori.com/ 

Steffi Grant

Wife of Kenneth Grant - negatice space, black/white, prints(?)

So dreamy

Rilke.

Love Song

-Rainer Maria Rilke

Translated by A.Z. Foreman

How shall I hold my soul and yet not touch

It with your own? How shall I ever place

It clear of you on anything beyond?

Oh gladly I would stow it next to such

Things in the darkness as are never found

Down in an alien and silent space

That does not resonate when you resound.

But everything that touches me and you

Takes us together like a bow on two

Taut strings to stroke them to the voice of one.

What instrument have we been lain along?

Whose are the hands that play our unison?

Oh sweet song!

Stomach Trembling

Kierkegaard's Wild Ferment

"If there were no eternal consciousness in a man, if at the bottom of everything there were only a wild ferment, a power that twisting in dark passions produced everything... if an unfathomable, insatiable, emptiness lay hid beneath everything... What would life be but despair?"

In this I see God.
That may be a misunderstanding, but there it is.

The 'darkness' of Light is an interesting idea
But call me Gilgamesh
But also in this, I can't help but imagine the Ouroboros, coiling about a person's stomach, metaphorically, and creating creation.

That primordial soup is a pretty common conceit

It's funny how a paragraph can last a lifetime,

But persective (obviously) has such an influence - I see that terrifying, roiling mass beneath the surface as God. Chance and evolution seems to me cleaner, more beautiful in a certain way, but he seemed to be thinking of oblivion or eternity (which, when looked upon, seems terrifying because of itself). Much of this, doubtlessly, is to do with the change of thinking and scientific advancements
Though still, the concept of God is in some ways very unchanged. The horror of eternity is surely no different

That aside, the image is so striking, wonderous and beautiful, that it resonates in its way and must be depicted. Something of that feeling - whether fear, trembling, awe or breathlessness - must be universal

Kiekegaard, Søren, 1843, Fear and Trembling, Penguin, London
(drawings are my own)

Austin Osman Spare

 

Occultist/artist (30 December 1886 – 15 May 1956)