Friday, September 19, 2008

Art of the Ancient Near East

Stele of Hammurabi Susa (present-day Shush, Iran). c. 1792-1750 BC
Dirorite,Musee du Louvre, Paris.

I find it interesting that a society's code of conduct can be codified with approximately 300 laws. Also, I find it interesting that their laws and consequences could be communicated, along with an explanation of their source on a 7' engraving.

The one and only time I went to traffic court, the judge sitting about 5' above me reached down and lifted a HUGE book and turned to the page with the violation for which I was cited and started to read aloud . . . I was so astonished at the symbolism and attempt at intimidation that I instinctively and without a lot of thought turned into "T"erry Mason. My action in turned stunned the judge and he let me off with a minor scum lecture. Maybe I missed my true calling. I guess I'm a little off topic. My point is that I'm pretty sure our society's code of conduct is written in volumes and volumes. I think just the tax code alone would significantly exceed 7'!

I also find the classification and ratio of commercial and property laws compared to domestic and violent crimes fascinating. It appears business and commerce required government oversight and regulations way back then. I'd be interested to know if the our laws could be classified into the same three categories to determine how our ratio compares. I guess what I am learning in this class is that we humans in 2008 AD, in our core remain very similar to those who lived 10,000 years ago and through these artifacts, we can connect their past to our present.

Photograph of a Law Library State Capitol Building;
Des Moines, Iowa:

Friday, September 12, 2008

Prehistoric Europe


Drawing Notre Dame Interior - Paris France





Photograph of Notre Dame at Night - Paris, France




Lascaux Cave Painting - Dordogne, France





Lascaux Cave Painting - Dordogne, France





Sometime around 1994, I had the pleasure of traveling to Paris for business. At the time, I worked for a now extinct computer manufacturer. I was assigned to a small, strategic division which had staff in Europe, Australia and Asia. The executives would meet quarterly to share vision and to create goals and objectives. We were in the process of rapidly growing our business and completely reshaping our division’s structure to meet the fast changing global economy. To inspire and lift us to the next level, a leading leadership and organizational design team was hired: Dr. Leonard Sayles and Dr. Cynthia Smith.

Dr. Sayles has his doctorate in Industrial Economics from Massachusetts Institute of Technology and was then a professor at Columbia University Graduate School of Business. He has written several books and advised NASA on management methods. Dr. Smith is an anthropologist. She has coauthored a book, and she lectures at Ohio State University (I think currently – unfortunately, I haven’t stayed in touch with either of them).

While I had successes in business, I was not formally educated beyond high school. Rather, I studied electronics at a trade school and started in the computer business installing and repairing mainframe computers. I attribute my rise in business to hard work, great mentors and lucky opportunities.
This background is only meaningful for the context of my experiences in Paris with these two highly educated and quite lovely people.

I had occasions to meet and interact with Leonard and Cynthia prior to traveling to Paris. While in Paris, we spent some leisure time together dining and touring the area around Notre Dame. We got along quite well. I really liked them. I felt the fond feelings were mutual. I don’t recall if we were able to go inside Notre Dame on this particular trip. I do remember walking around the huge cathedral and marveling at its architecture and embellishments (I can’t think of the term for exterior stuff right now).

After looking at Notre Dame, and while meandering through an adjoining neighborhood, Leonard commented how fortunate we are as a society to have moved beyond the simplistic and absolute belief of God, good and evil toward a more enlightened, mythological understanding of the representation of the idea of God (I don’t remember his exact words. However, I believe I have represented his sentiments correctly). There I was the primitive one amongst the modern intellectuals, the uneducated amongst the educated, and the believer amongst the non-believers. To top off this sense of social and intellectual inferiority, at that time the only thing I was secure about was my own enormous list of insecurities!

I simply told them both that I have a testimony of the life of Jesus Christ and a belief that he is the Son of a living God. They graciously accepted my position and comments, and we went about enjoying the sights, sounds, smells, tastes, and textures of Paris on an expense account.

How does this relate to the paintings in the caves of Lascaux? I think there can be a tendency to assume that someone who is uneducated in the traditional sense cannot experience the world intelligently, and that this traditionally uneducated person is somehow unable to relate their experiences back to society in a meaningful way.

Indeed, reflecting back upon my experience at Notre Dame, I connected spiritually with these “primitive” humans in that I felt my beliefs were viewed by other, more educated people as primitive and simple-minded. This week, when I first thought of primitive men and women, I thought of simple-minded people; people who were animal-based, who relied upon their instincts and who I regarded as being low-level thinking humans. The art from the cave changed my arrogant view.

Indeed, I am amazed at the soulful and awe-inspiring paintings of the large animals depicted in the cave paintings. I am also amazed at the technical use of the natural form of the caves in creating the experience of movement. When I initially saw the picture of the cave paintings, I thought of a hymn we sing at church. The hymn begins, “O Lord, my God, when I in awesome wonder, consider all the worlds thy hands have made. . . Then sings my soul….” This song usually comes into my mind when I climb a mountain and take in a vista. I associate the hymn with the sense of looking upon large expanses. I find that both the cave painting and the interior of Notre Dame give me similar feelings, in that both give me the sense of beholding a beautiful, expansive vista full of wonderful creations by artists and craftsmen from vastly different time periods.

The art depicted in both cathedrals seem to require more than one person and one generation to complete. How does an artist begin an artwork knowing that they will not see the final creation? I think these artists did not have a choice. I think it was something deep within them that beckoned them as if by a calling from a higher power to express their world through their art, regardless of how educated or intellectual they may have been according to our modern standards. Perhaps if they derived satisfaction, it was by honoring that call by participating in a work greater than them.

Wednesday, September 10, 2008

Introduction







Richard Stine ‘A Romantic Enters the World’
I am naively optimistic. I usually jump into situations without a lot a data or research or even thought. I’d much rather start adventures on a hunch, gut feel, intuition. I believe in myself. I believe there is always a path to success with creativity, hard work and hopefully some intelligence! Also, I’m willing to experience the infrequent lows that accompany failure. When I do fail, I look for the lessons and silver lining. I realize in reading the introduction to art history, that my relationship to art is based in this same naiveté. Our home is very colorful with visual art and textures that appeal to my intuitive desire to create a backdrop for a joyful family dynamic. It all seems to work although I lack the technical reasons why.

Painting In Grandmother's Time 1876 by Thomas Eakins (1844-1916)
I am part of my past and my past is part of me; both generationally and individualistically. I know my ancestors by the journals they wrote. As such, I have learned that I persevere the same way my great-great-great-grandmother did. I desire the same things my great-great-grandmother did. I cook using the same family recipes my great-grandmother used. I love the same way my Grandmother loved. I have the same insecurities my mother has. And even though I tried not to, I made many of the same mistakes my “mothers” before me made. Several traits connect us, especially our desire and/or need to make things from scratch. If I had the time, I'd love to make my own yarn. But then I have to learn how to raise the sheep, sheer and spin the wool. Come to think of it, maybe I'll put that on my list right after building a chicken coup!




Mosaic Heart – Artist: Laurel True
The corners of my heart carry traces of the sorrows that come from losses and regrets. The fullness of my heart is filled with the joy that comes from finding and honoring my divine nature as a creator and nurturer. The language of my heart is found in its silence and stillness. Like the countless experiences that have contributed to who I am, the Mosaic Heart is made is made of countless little pieces. Each mosaic piece has corners, some with rough edges. Individually the tiles are less meaningful than the collection, the order, the combination. Together in its whole I see whimsey and fun. But there are shadows and a dark corner . . . where the stillness lays.




Photograph
Artist Unknown




I love being outside. I enjoy hiking and backpacking through nature. This photo reminds me of hiking in the Sierra when I pause at to take it all in. It is like having your eyes tickled. In each backpacking trip, I encounter a point wherein I am faced with the decision to turn back or go forward. My fears cause me to contemplate a return without finishing the loop. My insecurities and my confidences combined cause me to keep moving forward. And I always learn something!





The Angel Fairy by Tom Sullivan

I like the symbol of angels. My angels are whimsical and playful. This is a picture of 'Angel Fairy' I commissioned for my 40th birthday. She presides over my garden and wards off all evil. Unfortunately, she is powerless over deer, rabbits and squirrels which often reap the bounty of my efforts. I like the idea of repurposing old stuff, finding new ways to use old things. I relate quite personally to that concept. I find myself evolving and repurposing as I transition into life’s phases.