Wednesday, February 01, 2012

The day of his return. [#35 - Lord of the Hill]


^ Ah! How much I admire this glorious retreat, to this cogitation room! Always in my travels, I wished to be here, under your dwarf palm and watercolours fruits drawn on the wall! Not necessarily marked by a mere affection or selfish cowardice but indeed by a feeling of craving for protection, here  under these thin lights that looks like shadows of dusk.
More than once in my travels I have felt the closeness of the resting room. I remember once, being in front of the sleeping waters of the Yellow Sea and dreaming myself just here, between the table of dark ebony and the antique velvet chair; in another times I had a feeling almost tangible, that the large hall of a Serbian temple secretly copied these walls of slightly liquid colours and chimeric drawings! What an idea of nostalgic traveller! Weird
fleeting memory of the imagination in my loneliness and the desire for coming back soon here!
 
^ I love your words Mr Elphinstone and agree with the uncommon comfort and atmosphere of my home. I assure you that make me very happy. Do not hesitate to believe that this quiet corner of my noble house had painfully noticed with the absence of a clever and emotional visitor. But please tell me the most notorious of these long years of travel? What have you learnt from humanity? The world and its people?

^ About the landscape and their horizons, I should talk! Lord Konrad, I must say that in some way the world is a blank canvas and it fibers are closely together, almost like a single and uniform piece of fabric of smooth surface, although this is just a matter of visual metaphor and not touch. I had seen on this landscape a variety of knots in fine linen as well as a few rustic stitches made with hemp here, and embroidery of delicious magenta silk, complex threads there. The value of the circumstantial appointments and approaches is vital but in his unexpected and symbolic significance...

There is a rich canvas texture, full of vertical and horizontal references, but in more of a sense predictable, that made all this land-field vulnerable (just my opinion). The flat corner magnifies the rugged and exciting lines of a black lace works,  beyond their geographic adjacent coordinates. I have also seen cloth patches of avant-garde design near modest sewn tweaks; nostalgic lamentations in honour of a past that ultimately will not return, shall it never come back to the present times.
But I think it is the How of the Human Kind, in a global and literary way of see; a skein of yarn and it voluptuous asymmetries together, here and there in lumps of contradictory shapes. It is a fabric with homogeneity in their intentions but beset by irregularities in their individual accidents. It's what my eyes had seen, before returning to this room.


^ I'm surprised by your particular and original way to learn and observe. Please, please sit  down closer to me and continue with so wonderful stories Mr Elphinstone.


^ In a place that has a new...
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