Friends sometimes question me with concern when I haven’t posted for awhile on this site. I’m always deeply touched when this happens. One friend asked our daughter if I was okay, because she had not seen any fresh Northern Reflections for some time.
I’ve been aware that each of my five blogs has different readers, and many do not realize that the other blogs even exist. You can check the Blog Roll for my other URLs and topics. But in recent months, my art blog: http://www.northernview.wordpress.com/ — i. e. “The Messy Palette . . . Growing through Art” has been most frequently updated.
I intend to continue this blog whenever and however. But, after decades of words and writing for publication, NOW MY HEART IS IN THE ART. If you wonder why I have not been posting new Northern Reflections, you might just check out the Northern View (Messy Palette) site and see how my world is viewed at present.
I have been reflecting on the language of the arts. Through the “Likes” on my art site, I found a lady in Italy whose paintings thrill me to the core. Truly a kindred soul! Her bio is in Italian which is (metaphorically speaking) Greek to me. I’m comfortable with reading French, but there my foreign language skills rest. Yet this woman’s paintings speak volumes, and words are not necessary when I view her art. Thus the centuries of art and music cross every culture and can potentially dissolve barriers between those who love creative expression.
Have you ever had the experience of feeling terribly embarrassed when trying to communicate with someone whose language you do not know—given the fact that the “someone” is out to sea with your language as well? This has happened to me on numerous occasions. There is a lot of apologetic head wagging and pasted-on smiles as we try to convey friendship and find some common ground. You want to communicate to the other person that you like him or her and want to be a friend. But the smiles and head wags can be borderline inane—like Bobble Heads in the back window of a car.
Try art. Try music. Although our worldview, moral and ethical values, and political leanings must articulate clearly in words, no verbal language is needed to build bridges to simple, every-day friendship—when a passion for the arts is the major motivator. My love for Verdi has long given me insight and appreciation for the pulse beat and intensity of Italy. Viewing Oriental art yields even more regard for Chinese culture than a plate of Egg Rolls (although food works too). Beethoven and Bach are a part of my American family heritage, bringing me closer to my German speaking ancestors: German, German Swiss, and Alsatian. Like nothing else on earth, Celtic harp ballads stir my racial memory and resonate in my Celtic genes.
So through art and music, we can indeed be multi-lingual. If so inclined, or if I don’t post again for sometime on this site, just visit my Messy Palette.
Margaret L. Been, September
NOTE: I just updated the ekphrasis page. With the onset of Autumn, I sense the poet is coming out of hibernation, rather than going in. Check out my “Tatters of Time”.