In late paintings like Te Rerioa there is no telling where the dream begins and ends, each level of signification-the dream and the woman dreaming-is contained in the space of the picture. There is no time-or sound-in this or any of the Tahitian paintings. The horseman in the background is so still he might as well be a figure in a canvas hanging on the walls as a scene glimpsed beyond them."---Geoff Dyer.
Northern light: sharp, piercing, changing, always full of longing and absences. Lawrence: the blue-eyed and the brown-eyed...
Is there something too essentializing in this: the eternal east, the eternal feminine? The lack of distinctions: between humanity and nature, dream and reality, inside and outside; between the first days of mankind and the last days. A profound oneness of mind and body, or a dreamy childishness?
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