Johannes Vermeer The Kitchen Maid paintingPierre Auguste Renoir Girls at The Piano paintingDiane Romanello Sunset Beach painting
mind—“... fulfilling the broken promise of the young Millais ... Winterhalter suffused with the spirit of Dickens ... English painting as it might have been, had there not been any Aesthetic Movement ... the age of the Prince Consort in contrast to the age of Victoria ...” and with the phrases my esteem for my father took form and my sense of loss became tangible and permanent.
No good comes of this dependence on verbal forms. It saves nothing in the end. Suffering is none the less acute and much more lasting when it is put into words. In the house my memories had been all of myself—of the countless and departures of thirty-three years, of adolescence like a stained tablecloth—but in the studio my thoughts were of my father and , nearly a week delayed, overtook and overwhelmed me. It had been delayed somewhat by the strangeness of my surroundings and the of travel, but most by this literary habit; it had lacked words. Now the words came; I began, in my mind, to lament my father with prose cadences and classical allusions, addressing, as it were, a funeral oration to my own literary memories
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