Sunday, January 29, 2006


Beautiful and eerie...(and that's just the covers): there's something unsettling about the onset of twilight in these paintings, as if sunset is a metaphor for something. What exactly, I'm not quite sure...

The lengthening of shadows is used by Dali and De Chirico (Ballard also touches on this in "The Day of Forever": At Columbine Sept Heures it was always dusk...) as an artistic mechanism for representing the day's inevitable creep towards Dreamtime. Sunset, the slooow end of day, is an uncomfortable reminder of our own Mortality; it also represents a possible entry-point into Mythic Archetype-Space...wh/ is particularly appropriate in this instance, as these images are stylised/idealised representations of a West That Never Actually, like De Chirico's best work, they are populated by a peculiar kind of melancholy, a sense of loss for something that never was; a place that we can never enter, except in dreams and books and via Hollywood False Memory Syndrome (cf w/ 1930's SF: Dikto-esque utopian cities, mono-rails, silver-haired space-empresses...we wuz cheated and robbed, sold a Future we could never have...)

The rips, tears and creases in the cover, the 'bad', unnaturalistic artwork all seem to conspire to deny us entry to a 'Perfect' Past.

So beautiful and eerie, these bruised skies that we can never know.


At 10:19 pm, Blogger Cloudboy said...

beautifully said

At 11:32 am, Blogger the X said...

you brought a tear to my eye there, dr. shirt...beautiful.

At 12:29 pm, Blogger Helen said...

That one with the lightning strike, is killah.
I can understand X's empathy for this, esconced as she presently is in the terminal twilight herself.
It is a gentle insight you have put forth but heavy as if it exists in a different sphere of gravity and drags our matter around in a seemingly effortless way, 'princess and the pea' style.

At 10:31 pm, Blogger Psychbloke said...

I'm with Cloudboy....


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