He placed a hand, palm down
and divided the red sea
I walked across the damp sands
eyeing sky scrapers of water on either side of me
I thought the middle of the sea would smell salty
but it smelled of baby powder and Green Tea
singing melodies of childhood
of hide and seek
and eating with my fingers because we’re too young to know better
I look up to catch the sun glaring down upon such miracles
I was hoping to find a golden chariot sticking out just enough
for me to discover something amazing
secrets hidden beneath the sea
the walls splash and splatter
and a cool breeze flows through my hair
I run my fingers through the great wall of water
how could I be part of such a great act?
I’m much too small and distracted to erect a wall of water
but to have it done for me
well, that’s much too overwhelming
doesn’t make much sense at all
This summer I slowed down on a lot of my writing. Worked on the screenplay and some poetry here and there but mostly just backed off and you know what? I realized I have been working my booty off the past two years and not realizing it. And not appreciating my own best efforts. Not in a bragging type of way but in a way that made me realize This Is my best effort. And I feel like the artist Eyck reached through time and confirmed that for me.
Above the portrait painted on the frame which isn’t show here (but you can see it here) the words As I can or “Als Ich Can” written in Greek are painted on the frame. Now there are different ways that line has been interpreted. One is that it is simply a self portrait and he is playing on the pun Ich and his last name Eyck.
Another interesting idea is that as I can is coming from part of a motto that scribes would put at the end manuscripts that they have copied. They would write the entire motto “As I can not as I would.” Or in other words this is the best I can do, I wish I can do better. So he dropped I wish I could do better and just wrote As I can or This is the best I can do.
For some of us artists this is a profound realization. Coming to the place where you accept that you are doing your best work and having the ability to appreciate that. I think that this is a portrait of that moment for him. He found his niche his sweet spot. Makes me wonder if he ever looked at sculptures or mathematicians and thought man I wish I could be more them. But learned to find joy in the talents he excelled in. Oil paints, adding depth, and making sure to add the minute details made his work stand out from the rest even to this day. His works evoke feelings, thoughts, curiosity, and even with me his work confirmed that I need to accept my best efforts for my best efforts.
Phantastes by George MacDonald is so fun and imaginative I can’t stop reading it. It’s about a man who ends up in Fairyland and wanders in and out of trouble. C.S. Lewis claims this is one of his childhood favorites. It is quite inspirational for me and even more so for some of the pieces I’m working on. I have a thing for older literature so a book published in 1858 is perfect for me.
Here’s a link if you’d like to check it out.
Happy Hump Day Everyone