Monday, September 21, 2015
It has become a family joke that I cannot stand near to large representations of the human form without getting more than a little freaked out.
It all started with David. Yes, that David - the rather beautiful statue of a young hero by Michelangelo. Not the original version, on display in the Uffizi in Florence; nor the copy that stands in the Piazza della Signoria - I've looked him in the eye, and did not blanch. In his original setting - under a blue Italian sky - he seems almost to scale; acceptably oversized, if you will. No, it was a plaster copy in the Victoria and Albert museum, on a grey London day, that made me feel rather wobbly.
Of course, once back out in the drizzly streets of a London Tuesday I felt a little silly. It was just a block of stone - albeit fashioned artistically and realistically. I didn't get spooked by the skyscrapers and other buildings, far taller and more imposing, that surrounded me now. So what was it about David?
A few years ago it happened again only this time the symptoms were far worse. We were coming to the end of a US road trip, an amazing holiday that encompassed the massive sandstone arches of Moab, Utah; the towering mountains of Teton national park; the deep canyon, shimmering geysers and wide lake of Yellowstone; the preposterous volcanic outcrop of Devil's Tower, familiar to anyone who has watched 'Close Encounters of the Third Kind'; and now we had reached the Black Hills of South Dakota.
At night the figures are illuminated so that they can be clearly seen for miles around. And when you are near them, they seem to jump out at you in an alarming fashion - in particular Washington whose nose, not to appear rude, looms around a corner in a way that can only be described as terrifying.
We thought that was it: the end of the line had been reached as far as my 'that human representation is too big for my tiny human brain to cope' phobia. But no...
All this reminds me of my phobia to spiders. I can cope when they are outdoors and in their proper place; and indoors, I can deal with them fine up to to a certain critical size and then wham! - the freaking out, sweating, panicky visceral reaction happens. I am no longer me; I am not in control. My fight or flight mechanism is entirely focussed on the (actually quite small) 8-legged beastie glaring at me across the room.
But why statues? Why something that is essentially humanoid? I guess my brain is struggling because their size makes them 'wrong', in a way that isn't entirely rational; but it's trying to protect me and repel the alien. It's doing a Turing test, only based purely on size rather than wit or wisdom. Category error. Unexpected item in bagging area.
It is often the case that we are drawn to the massive and incomprehensible to find a sense of awe and, ultimately, peace. We find a sense of perspective and in that our own place in the universe by drawing close to the ocean; the mountain; the chasm. I too feel that draw; and whilst the surge of waves or the vertiginous precipice can thrill and unnerve at times, they never cause this level of disquiet. We all need those moments of context, when we feel reduced to the infinitesimally small beings we really are; yet at the same time we feel embraced by the magnificence around us.
Just so long as that embrace doesn't have stony arms, wings, or a very large illuminated nose.
Thursday, September 17, 2015
I have cried for them:
In the night, waking, to find
tears upon my lashes
a sob welling up from the depths.
A film reel flickering frame by frame –
The wailing toddler; the despairing women;
The men, lost to indignity
The young boy, rescued from the waves
I hold them up to a seemingly dispassionate
gaze; and remember
that even Jesus wept.
Monday, September 07, 2015
Hooray! Season of mists and mellow fruitfulness! Of new pencil cases and blazers with plenty of growing room! Of seeing your breath in the cold morning and dying of heat exposure on the bus home! Hooray for new terms, new clothes, new seasons of your favourite TV shows! For being allowed to cover your pasty legs with woolly tights! Hooray hooray for everything shiny and unscuffed and full of possibilities! And just when it all starts to look a little bit shabby, it will be time to scatter a layer of glitter over everything and call it Christmas!
I can't be the only one who succumbs to this air of possibilities every year. It's an awfully long time since I started a new school term, but the legacy lives on (being married to a school teacher surely helps). Let's face it, January is a rubbish time to start afresh - we feel jaded and overstuffed from the Christmas excesses, so detox makes sense - but at a time when the temperature and the short days scream 'Eat! Hibernate! Return to your burrow and do not attempt any activity for at least 3 months!' it's hardly a cheering prospect to start the whole 'eat-cabbage-do-yoga-run-plenty-drink-carrot-juice' fiasco.
But in September, I have returned from a relaxing holiday - as have most of my friends - and I feel ready to sharpen my pencils and don that school tie. I want to learn; to try new recipes; to be sociable; to get out in the countryside; to be creative, and a little bit marvellous. And that feeling usually lasts until, ooh, I don't know...next Wednesday? Until the pressures of work combine with a sense of rhythm that quickly tips into routine. And I get to late November - when the pressure to start writing Christmas cards and making a cake takes over - and realise that, once again, it's all slipped away.
SO...how to keep the misty mellowness a bit longer this year? Here's my 'New Term Resolutions'...
1. Take up a new hobby, and be realistic about how much time there is in the day. Try to advance your skills a little each week. Tell at least one other person, and SHOW them what you've achieved. A bit like creating your very own parents' evening.
2. Keep a journal / pinterest board of what you have written / made / photographed etc. In other words, homework.
3. Cook using seasonal produce and try a new recipe or a new ingredient each week. Buy local to get that holiday buying from the local market feeling.
4. Book ahead - theatre, music, exhibitions etc - instead of just reading the reviews and thinking, 'that would have been good'.
5. Plan for breaks away, including next year's holidays - but don't forget to enjoy where you are now, you chose it for a reason.
6. Get out and kick leaves, feed ducks, stomp in the mud and eat pub lunches.
The cold season is not my friend, and I spend a lot of winter worrying that one or more of my digits will drop off. This year I am determined that it won't get me down. So bring on the roaring fires, the fluffy slippers, the mulled wine and the mittens. C'mon, winter - I'm ready for you. But let me enjoy autumn first.