Criar, recriar, interpretar, seleccionar...

Alan Lee, Fangorn (em 'The Lord of the Rings Sketchbook')

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"When we are writing, or painting, or composing, we are, during the time of creativity, freed from normal restrictions, and are opened to a wider world, where colors are brighter, sounds clearer, and people more wondrously complex than we normally realize.''

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Madeleine L'Engle
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Ao escolher esta citação ilustrada por este desenho, voltou-me à mente a questão sobre a relação entre criar e interpretar aquilo que já foi criado. Independentemente de ser possível criar a partir do "nada", julgo que quando se interpreta, faz-se uma recriação. Porque dificilmente as pessoas interpretam o que vêm, ouvem ou lêem da mesma forma. Existem as linhas principais definidas pelo artista ou escritor que criou, mas quando alguém tenta traduzir para outra língua, ou ilustrar, ou tornar em filme, ou cantar (no caso de ser uma música), ou mesmo ler e reflectir sobre o que leu ou ouviu, acaba por colocar algo de si naquilo que já foi criado. 

C.S. Lewis escreveu: “No story can be devised by the wit of man which cannot be interpreted allegorically by the wit of some other man.”.

Ralph Waldo Emerson afirmou igualmente : "É o bom leitor que faz o bom livro; em cada livro, ele encontra trechos que parecem confidências ou apartes ocultos para qualquer outro e evidentemente destinados ao seu ouvido; o proveito dos livros depende da sensibilidade do leitor; a ideia ou paixão mais profunda dorme como numa mina enquanto não é descoberta por uma mente e um coração afins." 

Num sentido relacionado Mark Twain advertiu na obra The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn:

“NOTICE

Persons attempting to find a motive in this narrative will be prosecuted; persons attempting to find a moral in it will be banished; persons attempting to find a plot in it will be shot.

BY ORDER OF THE AUTHOR

Per G.G.,Chief of Ordnance”

Alan Lee, The Man in the Moon Stayed Up Too Late

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Este tema liga-se a outros que considero relacionados. Por exemplo, a maneira como Alan Lee interpretou Perudur, Son of Efrawg - The Mabinogion. O pouco que li dessa história parece ser bem mais dramático do que a imagem sugere:

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Por fim, outro ponto de vista, para mim mais inovador, corresponde há maneira como Deleuze entende que deve ser uma aula:

Com votos de boa semana

George Frederic Watts, After the Deluge (c.1885–1892)

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Write it on your heart

that every day is the best day in the year.

He is rich who owns the day, and no one owns the day

who allows it to be invaded with fret and anxiety.

Finish every day and be done with it.

You have done what you could.

Some blunders and absurdities, no doubt crept in.

Forget them as soon as you can, tomorrow is a new day;

begin it well and serenely, with too high a spirit

to be cumbered with your old nonsense.

This new day is too dear,

with its hopes and invitations,

to waste a moment on the yesterdays.

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Ralph Waldo Emerson,

Arte

Walter Crane, The Lady's Chamber

in Clarence Cook, The House Beautiful, New York, Scribner, Armstrong and Co., 1878.

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Art

Give to barrows, trays and pans

Grace and glimmer of romance;

Bring the moonlight into noon

Hid in gleaming piles of stone;

On the city’s paved street

Plant gardens lined with lilacs sweet;

Let spouting fountains cool the air,

Singing in the sun-baked square;

Let statue, picture, park and hall,

Ballad, flag and festival,

The past restore, the day adorn,

And make to-morrow a new morn.

So shall the drudge in dusty frock

Spy behind the city clock

Retinues of airy kings,

Skirts of angels, starry wings,

His fathers shining in bright fables,

His children fed at heavenly tables.

‘T is the privilege of Art

Thus to play its cheerful part,

Man on earth to acclimate

And bend the exile to his fate,

And, moulded of one element

With the days and firmament,

Teach him on these as stairs to climb,

And live on even terms with Time;

Whilst upper life the slender rill

Of human sense doth overfill.

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Ralph Waldo Emerson

Permane(S)er I

Edward Burne-Jones, Lady Frances Balfour

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“To be yourself in a world that is constantly trying to make you something else is the greatest accomplishment.” 

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Ralph Waldo Emerson

... E salgueiros

Travessa (Museu dos Biscainhos)

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«“Look at this,” said Ron, pulling a long thin box out of a bag and opening it. “Brand-new wand. Fourteen inches, willow, containing one unicorn tail-hair. (...)»

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J. K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (1999).

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(link)

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Propriedades mágicas do salgueiro: creatividade, fertilidade, inspiração, amor, protecção, cura. Árvore da imortalidade. (link)

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Willow (filme de 1988)

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«This time she came upon a large flower-bed, with a border of daisies, and a willow-tree growing in the middle.»

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Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking Glass and What Alice Found There (1871)

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John Singer Sargent, Two Women Asleep in a Punt under the Willows (1887, Museu Gulbenkian, Lisboa)

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«In one of the gardens grew an elder-tree, and in the other an old willow, under which the children were very fond of playing.»

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Hans Christian Andersen, Under the willow-tree (1853)

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Claude Monet, Water Lilies and Weeping Willow Branches (1916-1919)

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«The Whomping Willow was a very violent tree that stood alone in the middle of the grounds.

“And?” he said, dreading the answer.

“Well, you know the Whomping Willow,” said Ron. “It — it doesn’t like being hit.”»

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J. K. Rowling, Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban (1999).

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Vincent Van Gogh, Public Park with Weeping Willow - The Poet s Garden (1888, Art Institute of Chicago, Chicago)
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«'The trees and the Ents,' said Treebeard. 'I do not understand all that goes on myself, so I cannot explain it to you. Some of us are still true Ents, and lively enough in our fashion, but many are growing sleepy, going tree-ish, as you might say. Most of the trees are just trees, of course; but many are half awake. Some are quite wide awake, and a few are, well, ah, well getting Entish. That is going on all the time. 'When that happens to a tree, you find that some have bad hearts. Nothing to do with their wood: I do not mean that. Why, I knew some good old willows down the Entwash, gone long ago, alas! They were quite hollow, indeed they were falling all to pieces, but as quiet and sweet-spoken as a young leaf. (...)»

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J. R. Tolkien, The Lord of the Rings, The Two Towers (1954).

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Camille Corot, Willows and Farmhouses at Saint Catherine les Arras (1871, Cleveland Museum of Art, Cleveland)

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"I am a willow of the wilderness,

Loving the wind that bent me."

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Ralph Waldo Emerson.

Ornamentos das Casas

Pierre Louis Dumesnil the Younger, Card Players in a Drawing Room (The Metropolitan Museum of Art, Nova Iorque).

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Odoardo Borrani, Cucitrici di camicie rosse (1863).

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«The ornament of a house is the friends who frequent it».

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Ralph Waldo Emerson

Ter opinião

Anders Zorn, Emma Zorn, Läsande (1887).

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«It is easy in the world to live after the world's opinions; it is easy in solitude to live after your own; but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude».

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Ralph Waldo Emerson.

Imagens do Tejo, ao fim da tarde (há alguns dias)

 

 

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«Adopt the pace of nature, her secret is patience.»

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Ralph Waldo Emerson.

Cenas de praia II

Pintura de Edward Henry Potthast, Wading at the Shore.
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«Live in the sunshine, swim the sea, drink the wild air…»
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Ralph Waldo Emerson.

Os dias

Pintura de Caillebotte, O Parque na propriedade de Caillebotte em Yerres (1875).
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«They come and go like muffled and veiled figures sent from a distant friendly party; but they say nothing, and if we do not use the gifts they bring, they carry them as silently away».
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Ralph Waldo Emerson

Flores

Flores do Jardim das Termas dos Cucos (Fotografia de Margarida Elias, 2009).

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«Earth laughs in flowers».

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Ralph Waldo Emerson.

Viagem no tempo

Fotografia feita no Ameal em 1956.

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“Life is a train of moods like a string of beads; and as we pass through them they prove to be many colored lenses, which paint the world their own hue, and each shows us only what lies in its own focus.”

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Ralph Waldo Emerson.