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The Work Speaks For Itself: Never Look Back and Gerhard Richter.
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### First and Formost, the bottom line:

I cannot say much about this film. It would be to reveal my vision for humanity, but you had better listen to the art teacher in the film rather than me. I can only tell you how  this film came to have such a massive impact upon me, to the point it made me buy a scarlet red outfit, yesterday, for my first invite to a reception in 21 years (the retirement of one of my booksellers, Saturday a week from now). 

I cannot begin to tell you about this film. You either get it or your don’t. You either feel the call to liberate yourself and be an artist (as a binman, or a greengrocer, or a civil engineer) understanding that freedom is the only true individualising force, and the one path to a true life, a beautiful life, or you don’t. This film is about you. Otherwise it is based on the life of Gerhard Richter.



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<center> <sup>*You are priests.* The art teacher, who urges his students to cease thinking in second hand opinion and stop caring about politics, which do not relate to the idea of truth and beauty. He stimulates only personal insights and has one device: only the artist knows when a work of art is good. He teaches them to work with nothing other than that what they  "own": really know from first hand experience. He himself only uses (yak?) fat and felt for his art works because these held a great significance to his recovery after a plane crash in WW2, in the Soviet tundra somewhere,  saved by the local tribes people.</sup></center>


### Never Look Back (English Title)
I don't know why this film has such a different title in English.  It has been suggested by my literary advisor that they used Google Translate. We could get very complicated about it, though, I suppose: the works of art are only about looking back with the inherent paradox that in the looking, the creating and the recollecting that is the painting as well as the viewing,  there lives only the present continuous. If we never look back, however, in the traditional sense connoted with nostalgia or regrets, we cannot fall into the trap of a delusion that is not right here and now leading into the future; we shall find ourselves in the true spaces of our lives.

### We shall all be co-creators of the All-becoming. 
But that is me superimposing my ideas upon a film that also is just about the danger of abstraction and art for art's sake, instead of life for art's sake. Without art there can only be an alienating from your real self. Life leads you ever farther out from your simple starting point, working to accumulate a story that is everything around and about you. I am is not about you. We need the other "you" (or "that") only to help feel I-Self best.  At the most rudimentary level, the film uses the socio-political template of indoctrination (illustrated here in the oppressed East/free West German divide) to contrast with the intuition that we are Spirit beings indellibly interconnected for better or worse. Until we see how a dualist and polar world (fundamentally of I against the rest) is necessary but not real, we will remain resistant to innovation (and the direct evolution of man's consciousness). 



It is a film about how tragedies thrown at you by life and its competitive streak, breaking you or making you more resolved to connect. It is about finding out that you are all the others you must be better than and still not an I-Am;  you are not even just the best you can be; it is not about becoming isolated on your holy mountain, either; it takes the other by which to know yourself.  It is why we love the other body. It is why we make another body. It is why we are supposed to be somebody, with a name, authentic. So that in our art we can channel precisely **only** that which is mine to move and make and love.  Ever since Isaac was spared, we are allowed this choice, by which to govern our Voice (that aspect of the All Creative Word/Logos). Let us love the whole world less, and our loves better. 


 

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<center> <sup>*Ölberg, 1986; </sup>  </center>

### What Really Happened on the Mount of Olives?...

*The work above is far from spontaneous. It may take you, like it took me a while to “get” Richter, since I was never partial to the German modernists. It helped me to watch a video of him at work.* 

*He is a very technically accomplished artist (with roots in Social Realism, having left East Germany shortly before the wall was built in 1961). At this stage in his carreer, he has a vast and highly organised studio complex and several assistants, which did not help endear me to him, at first. But then I remembered Tracy Emin and how she, too, failed to appeal to me at first, with her seemingly self-obssessive expressions of the chaos that has been her life. However, again thanks to a couple of BBC documentaries, showing also "what an artist does all day" (to be found on YouTube) I gained an enchanted persepective of her as a pioneer for all of mankind in the artist she is. Both Richter and Emin understand that life is Eros and the Artist is Venus, if I am to  superimpose my own Rosicrucian terminology (cf the mysterious closing scene of Christian Rosenkreuz's Alchemical Wedding).*


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<center><sup> Richter at work: he knew he was going to make a "green series"; which had me miffed when he started off with a palet of primary colours blended into warm oranges and fields of cobalt blue. It was terrifying to watch him keep on painting over some very satisfying colour play; when would he stop?! Why this peagreen soup? I challenge you to imbibe it and understand it's greenness could only be achieved via that painstaking journey (not a detour unless all of life is!) which ended up as white. </sup></center>
*Both artists are highly disciplined, decicated to their work above and beyond any personal satisfaction, and **therefore** acutely self-reflective (instead of self-indulgent). Both artists are highly accomplished draughtsmen.  But above all, we can see in both how the truth and beauty of their work may **only** be derived from who the I-Am is that they specifically are. We are handed work that feels infused with subjective code (and illusive hyper personal meaning), yet it means rather to resonate the intensity that exists only in the engaged consciousness. The end results are meant to convene very accurately with the image that is pure idea, such a volatile, intangible thing  yet best captured by the exposure to time; and once fixed marks that a work is finished.* 

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**Richter at work with his giant squeedgee, smearing the paint across the canvas with much strength, pulling layers of mounted (colourful) paint up and covering others back up. He begins generally with a mood,  determining the base painting; this he has to let go again for the actual representation of his "idea" to come to the fore, seemingly automatically, but always judged by his own eye as the right or wrong path to follow.  See here the results after many days work: the black and white canvas, which started off very spontaneously colourful.**
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I must have seen Richter's work in one museum or another, even if I couldn't say I knew who he was when a book about him fell on my foot mid June this year. 
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He makes the kind of work that requires the kind of effort to stand in commuion with (understand) that I take the live-long day, anyway, in my own retrieval of the Truth. To make this effort also for a fellow quester's work (an interpretation of the Truth) is an activity I only recently have been able to allow myself - on the one hand it probably worried me before that it might detract from my own artistic seeing; but on the other it makes for a sense of belonging an Einzelgänger is not used to relaxing into. 
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"Betty, 1988",  the above painting(!) is a copy of an old photograph he had taken of his young adolescent daughter, he dug up out of a vast collection of unorganised prints to paint once she was  an adult.  He calls this random selection (not unlike what happens for me now, because of my vast stores of things collected which were relevant at the time as moments in time with seed potential for art. Only I don't use the word random or coincidence ever, because time is the great sequencer.) 

The painting was not put in an exhibition till years after that, besides. All this layers up in the work proper, which adds to its cosmic relevance. This particular realistic copy of a photograph is not blurred like is the signature of many of his earlier works,  which at first, made me no fonder of him as an artist, since I deplore blurry pictures as irritating for needlessly testing my already challenged eyesight. But since I know, by now, I have no personal preferences when it comes to my research, I also understand that it was important to experience this hurdle, I am sure most of us will fail to clear (this life time). The blurriness reminds one of the need to believe rather than develop a theoretical method (doctrine) in order to see most clearly. </div>

Richter is not a hyper-realistic artist for the clever sake of it. He does not represent reality photographically. He retrieves the idea behind what is fixed in reality (the photo the epitomy of this). His art counteracts the reproductive and stagnating force of the depicted. His seeing is not a subjective imposition but a channel by which you too can be lead out on your own free will to see what is. You can become the author of this work owned by no author.

By borrowing a reality (already a memory fixed by its exposure to time) Richter loosens it into a living stream of consciousness: sets it free into the light where it's true colour may dance, swirl, blend veil upon veil of memory. 

Only in the seeing can we find a true belief of who I am.

The film suggests we are all in the same dance with the Ur Hum; only some of us can really hear this (the sounding claxons of a few busses pin this Hum for the protagonist's aunt - sadly a little too far taken along by this "insight", and subsequently carted off as a degenerate lunatic by the Nazis for this ability to see the intangible reality behind our things and stuff of substance). The artist called Kurt in the film hears it in the wind in the trees; not unlike would a proper gypsy - i.e. they who know themselves to be impermanently fixed to any given locus and remember to be pilgrims or nomads as befits the soul roaming through the cosmos.  (I am reminded of the *duende* [mourning/the Grace of Agony] soughing in the pine trees, in that other crushing - Indian Summer of the year 2000 - film, "Vengo"; but also of David Sylvian's song "Wanderlust" or his tiny gem, "September Is Here Again".).

 <div class=pull-left> <center> <sup> Gerhard and his  (third) wife contemplating the white painting and how it shows nothing more than what it needs to. And the artist worries the other black one will now tempt him to turn it white, too.</sup> </center> https://cdn.steemitimages.com/DQmSgFdSrSdwNhP1aGKY4DA15kGMJvQLTiQYkCAUtNUdues/image.png</div>The idea of life is, if you ask me - but perhaps you shouldn't -  is to dance with the Idea of the work, a larger world principle, or stream of consciousness, interconnecting us, resounding the Ur Hum in the mix of all our true tonalities. To be, and nothing but be (not in the act of  becoming nor as an identity based on past established fact), we can only work with re-productions (memory recall) - the now forever dying into what was.

### Life Serves You Instead of the other way around.  
 The best we can do to survive this eternal dying is to try and liberate our memories from subjective sympathy or antipathy and rebirth them into an uncomparative, and unsuperlative realm: equinaminously being your foundation for free thinking. Here the personal tragedies are not insignificant but purposeful: to fall away in layers swirling and tumbling like tides of time.  In giving away your lived life as a medium for enlightenment in others (it is not about you), detached from shame, pain, grief, personal loss (but not in denial of it!), meditatively, you live life authentically. Rothko aims to arrive at as similar life as artwork (with his meditative chapels, but I'm not sure he practiced what he preached down to the core, seeing as how he ended up). In any case, without the illusion of narrative and its all definitive importance to the best life lived, a life makes for a Gesamt-Extraction of oneself. As such you are no longer God's scribe, but a godMan yourself. No longer bound (buried alive) by the (karma) specific, only coordinated by it.
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In Richter I already saw, as next I did in a great many "clues" (prompts I am sensitised to) in the film, that there is only one thing that matters in all of life and that is to  liberate ourselves from political and social opinion to  endorse Free Will and submit ourselves to the human cause of creating memory out of I-Amness and nothing but I-Amness. Much more on this I cannot say at this point.



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<sup> *Stills from the film. Be advised it is a long (3hr) film which may feel a bit obvious and certainly unspectacular to anyone already familiar with Das Leben der Anderen, another movie by the same director depicting the Communist regime in East Germany, or by those with much knowledge of the history of art and the uprising of modern post-world war movements, with the emphasis on Performance, Installation and Action Painitings, and the prevailing climate that painting was passé and belonged to the bourgeoisie.*</sup>
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Watching Gerhard work reminded me again of notes left out of a melodic line, leaving space for other elements from a deeper layer to come through and fill the void left in a far more obvious layer. It shows us we can discard part of the past and begin to see the here and now.
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*Only I don't use the word random or coincidence ever, because time is the great sequencer.* 

What a pearl of wisdom!  And, with your statement it dawned/donned on me Jung’s synchronicity as being the recognition of this sequencing, as the Tetris blocks fall into place, like melting sands, and then the next travels faster down the screen to test quickened abilities. 

*I deplore blurry pictures as irritating for needlessly testing my already challenged eyesight.*  

But there is a fear in people like me that once I come into plain and focused sight, the beholder will see what they imagined could be beauty which is forever and fatally flawed with the scars and rips of heavens perfections thrown into this dry and humming field of locusts and burning rays of *you cannot fly or climb back into my lap*, but must fight the other cast out’s for lumps of rye molded breads, minds scrambled and waiting for this perfection of time sequencing you speak of. 

I love how you’re here leading me, I suppose holding my hand in this black swamp of confusing concentric circles because to see the black means to truly see the white.  A bin collector, dim sum I talked to the Chinese gate keepers just this past week in my dreams.

In swimming to the falls, eyes melting into the sequins of light, I was aware of my legs dangling in the dark, cold abyss, would I drag them on a submerged log, or an enormous fish slime me?  Really, it was so revitalizing to go anyway, to experience all at once, the black and white hung together Richter style and you saw the blurry photo I posted of sacred geometry encompassing the frames in forever movement.

Also, for you, I awoke, one day *a word for Suk* I took down in my journal, *demure* and then a couple days later *Sussex and Devonshire* which searched together on the Google-tool-of-the-devil, Jane Austen and Sense and Sensibility, another of those classics I’ve not read for in my earlier years it seemed a book for those mousy types, not blonde and not chestnut either, just some group in between lost in romances centuries gone rather than riding off in the Camaro’s of leather wearing boys who smoked pot and watched the Wall on Saturday night.  These were the places I went, dumb as it seems, and now I use a Lysol wipe in the bottom of my fancy kitchen bin after taking out any leaky salmon grease and brown, bruised banana paste.  I’ve always hated that fruit pic, the painting in Masterpiece, the game, (Pieter Claesz, Still Life)the one our family calls portrait, my daughter takes the role of risky art collector always buying all and everything her money will get while my son and I go nuts over only those we prefer even if they come this game around with the forgery card plastic clipped.  *The Golden Wall,* Hans Hoffman or Bernardo Martorell’s *St. George and the Dragon*, Peter Blume’s *the rock*.  As for Rembrandt, we call the one of his father, *pinhead* and both reject, meaning put it up for auction every go around as if providence would never attach itself to such a pompous small man, *old man with a gold chain*, a pearl in the right ear.  All of which are crazy, dreamy judgments born of world’s worth’s of experiences, meaning not of this world, but with an invisible signature from some other time we surely must have inhabited?

So, here I am *danc(ing)with the Idea of the work, a larger world principle, or stream of consciousness, interconnecting us, resounding the Ur Hum in the mix of all our true tonalities.* 

I was so happy to wake and see you here today!  XO

And, I will attempt to track down the film today.

And as for demure and Sussex and Devonshire, whether channeled or projected I've no doubt a connection because your name arose with them in the hypnogogic pool.  Swans on either side to say.
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Channeled.

There is so much here. On day 2, I am still out on this lake, enchanted by its myriad sparklings.

The exactness of your last paragraph, I think knocked me back for six, and I am labouring to share with you what it exactly means: as soon as the streaming that now floods into this lake upon which I must sail has slowed down, I hope to get back to you on this post in this midst created thanks to Richter. Who says: art doesn't matter? (and let's spend money on faster internet instead...)
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