Saturday, December 24, 2016
Wandering in the Metacognitive Landscape
I think of Jackson Pollock, driven by the battle of his creative spirit and inner demons to do the drip paintings. Talk about a metacognitive landscape, pre-verbal and visceral and yet offering a place where conversations can begin.
Or the work of a very different visual artist, Dora Carrington—her portrait of Lytton Strachey, a metacognitive landscape of love and regard, of everything that made her life worth living, there on that canvas, her way of saying See? after she herself was able to realize her own vision.
This is why art is essential. It is the visual (or aural, in the case of music) offering of the metacognitive landscape, one particular person's metacognitive landscape made communal, open to anyone who feels able to participate in what can then go on to be communication.
I think of Henry Thoreau at Walden Pond, learning how to be alone before he could learn how to be again part of a community.
Every work of art begins, first, as a landscape for that community of one.
overwintering bluebirds the company we keep