In Praise of Hands

Luckily the tea was strong and helped keep me focused. I was at the table picking the raisins out from my scone not because I didn’t like raisins but simply to have an excuse to keep my head down so no one could see my facial expressions. I was visiting my friend Elizabeth Gaskell and she was telling me the most outrageous things about Charlotte Bronte. Elizabeth was working on Charlotte’s biography and described the difficulties of telling a true story without the truth.

Everyone knew that Elizabeth had a tendency towards hyperbolic storytelling (hadn’t Dickens even called her Scheherazade?) but she was either telling me the truth or someone had spiked her tea.

Most of us believed that Charlotte had been a drab and lonely woman who used writing to give her life some pAzAzZ. Elizabeth had described Charlotte as a short, red faced Plain Jane with a semi-toothless big mouth. But now Elizabeth was zapping me with another Charlotte, a school teacher who hated kids, a middle aged woman who craved a man, and a writer who didn’t hesitate to use her talents to write naughty letters. Simply put, Charlotte had had firecrackers inside of her just looking for a match.

Having picked all the raisins from my scone, I was forced to look up. My eyes fell on a spill vase sitting on the mantel. Anxious to change the subject, I asked Elizabeth if she, like her Miss Matty in Cranford, had made the spills herself. Spills are tightly rolled papers kept on the mantelpiece in tall vases. They’re used to transfer the fire from the fireplace to candles or cigars or lamps.  Making them was Miss Matty’s passion.

During Victorian times, domestic handicraft somehow reflected middle class female individuality. Especially popular were parlor crafts that permitted women to sit around together sipping tea while working on a craft project . Hair braiding, scrapbooking, paper cutting, collage, beading and bead making were just a few of the choices. Women’s craft no longer had to be just useful.  Now it could be decorative and fun to make as well. Recycled materials from old clothing to pieces of candles to old receipts were used. But hands were used not just for social activities. They were used for subversive activities, too.

She was born and raised a slave. And as a slave Harriet Powers learned to sew and made quilts for her owners with the light of the day and for her family with the light of a candle. Harriet used an appliqué style similar to that used by the African Fon people. And with this technique, Harriet told stories. Her most famous surviving quilt is “Bible Stories” depicting eleven stories from the Bible.

During the Civil War, many female slaves used their hands to sew subversively. They made quilts with coded patterns relevant to helping slaves escape via the Underground Railroad. For example, the monkey wrench met that supplies were to be gathered whereas the star meant to head north. These quilts were then hung on lines or draped on fence in plain sight for escaping slaves to see.

But female arts have been used subversively in other ways as well. Penelope unraveled her weaving to keep her suitors at bay. In Dickens’ Tale of Two Cities, Madame Defarge knits in code the names of the aristocrats she’d like to see dead. Even the Bayeux Tapestry is full of stitched secrets. And in modern times, there’s craftivism, the use of craft for social and political reasons. Hands are used to make everything from sweaters for penguins, victims of oil spills, dresses from pillow cases for young girls in Africa, and sleeping mats made from crocheted plastic bags for the homeless.

When humans began walking upright, everything changed. It freed the hand so humans could now reach out and grab something and hold it.  The capacity to pick something up increased our ability to closely observe the world around us. Hands helped the brain to evolve.

Hands permitted humans to touch one another and create intimacy. This helped emotions to evolve.

Hands help us accomplish things.  They can help create new mental pathways because making things requires sequential thought and logic. Thus hands help connect the mind with the body.

Making is a form of meditation.  Because focused attention and repeated motion sends our brainwave frequencies into theta, just like meditation.  So why not make something?

Handwriting traces the motion of your hand. It’s a ménage à trois relationship between hand, paper, and pen. Hand written words connect mind and body. Writing by hand is an intimate experience.

Handwriting also helps to develop manual dexterity, hand-eye coordination, and visual motor skills.

Here are some useful hand stretches useful if you spend a lot of time at the computer or are a passionate crafter.

Your hands can also be used to make mudras aka finger yoga. There are many nerve endings in our fingers then, when pressed in a certain way, can channelize the flow of energy. Here are a few:

SHUNI MUDRA: The mudra is made by touching the tip of the middle finger to the tip of the thumb. This mudra encourages patience and the obliteration of negative emotions. When I go to the dentist, I always make this mudra then rotate the thumb and finger tips in circular motion to help keep me calm.

Mudras have often been depicted in art.

Prithvi Mudra: the thumb holds the ring finger down.  It activates the root chakra thus promotes a feeling of stability. This mudra is most often represented in Byzantine icons.

Dhyana Mudra: facing upwards, the right palm rests on the left palm. Buddha is often portrayed with his hands in this position as it’s the mudra for concentration that leads to inner peace.

Anjali Mudra: the palms of both hands face one another and mate thus uniting the left and right hemispheres of the brain. When you are connected, you feel less stress and anxiety. Praying hands use this Namaste gesture. The Virgin of Guadalupe is represented making this gesture.

Ardharataka Mudra: the index and middle fingers are erect whereas the thumb, ring, and little finger are bent. This mudra helps free one of negative energy. Its most famous representation is that of Leonardo’s Salvator Mundi.

You can also use your hands to collect your Qi, vital life force, by making a Power Ball. It’s somewhat like recharging a battery and helps to build healing energy.

It takes motion to activate motion. So get that stagnant energy flowing by swaying arms and shifting weight. Then rub palms together until you feel the heat.  Cup the hands and, with one hand facing the other, move them towards and away from one another. Slowly the qi begins to form a ball.

Now you have some balls to throw around!

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(from Cool Breeze, aka The Age of Reconfiguration ©)

Bibliography:

Schaffer, Talia. “Craft, Authorial Anxiety, and ‘The Cranford Papers’”. Victorian Periodicals Review, Vol. 38, No. 2, Interdisciplinary Work and Periodical Connections: An Issue in Honor of Sally H. Mitchell (Summer, 2005), pp. 221-239. Published by: The Johns Hopkins University Press on behalf of the Research Society for Victorian Periodicals, Retrieved Sept 5, 2018 HERE

Schaffer, Talia. Novel Craft: Victorian Domestic Handicraft and Nineteenth-Century Fiction.

Gaskell, Elizabeth. The Life of Charlotte Bronte. Everyman’s Library. London. 1997.

Dobard, Raymond jr and Tobin, Jacqueline. Hidden in Plain View. 1999

Fry, Gladys-Marie. Stitched from the Soul (1990) on archive.org HERE

Parker, Rozsika. The Subversive Stitch. On archive.org HERE

Korzekwa, Cynthia. Bebina Bunny’s Cabinet of Curiosities. On archive.org HERE

Paz, Octavio. In Praise of Hands. On archive.org HERE

Yoga Mudras in Orthodox Christian Art: Does it indicate a Hindu-Buddhist Influence? Retrieved October 28, 2018 HERE

The Underground Railroad: A Code of Secrecy, Part II by Fannette Davis. Retrieved October 28, 2018 HERE.

Related: Ancient Women Artists May Be Responsible for Most Cave Art + Spills: Let There Be Light + The Project Gutenberg eBook, Cranford, by Elizabeth Cleghorn Gaskell, Illustrated by Hugh Thomson, read online + Parlor Crafts and the Age of Refinement By Erica Lome + The Curious Victorian Tradition of Making Art from Human Hair + Mary Georgina Filmer + Cassell’s Household Guide

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Giacometti’s Pietà

After following the Seine all day long, we were tired and had to tug ourselves up and away from the quais. At the first little bistrot we past, Chloe suggested omelets and wine. A young woman drinking pastis sat next to us. And you know how alcohol is.  It makes you talk whether or not anyone wants to listen. We paid little attention until she said that she’d been Giacometti’s model and lover and, j’étais sa frénésie! (I was his frenzy!)

Caroline, like many young women living in the French province, had come to Paris looking for a glamorous life. Instead, she wound up as a hooker hanging out in bars. That’s how she’d met Giacometti. He was 58 and she was only 21. Although intrigued, Chloe and I were not convinced of the veracity of her story so we offered her another pastis then left.

Many years later, Chloe was in Nice on a fashion shoot. The idea was to photograph expensive dresses worn in sleazy parts of town. Some kind of trendy yin yang thing. I rode the train from Paris so we could have lunch together. Sitting next to us in a petite bistrot sordide was this old woman drinking pastis. Déjà vu swallowed me up when the woman looked me in the eye and said her name was Caroline, Giacometti’s frénésie. Incroyable! This was the same woman we’d met in Paris years ago! There had to be a reason for this cosmic coincidence. Maybe she was an oracle disguised as a drunk. I had no choice but to hear her out.

Giacometti, ranted Caroline, was a vampire who needed women to survive. Even his female statues looked like anorexic votives exhausted by the demands he’d made on them. And those Etruscan shadow statues that Giacometti copied had convinced the Existentialists that he was one of them–always in the dark as to the meaning of life. I was beginning to think that Caroline had had too much pastis and was getting ready to go when something she said caught my attention.

Not long before his death, Giacometti had spent hours looking at the Pietà Rondanini. Whereas many had interpreted Michelangelo’s last statue as the sculptor’s end, Giacometti, instead, saw it as a new beginning. Had Michelangelo continued to make one Pietà after another for 1000 years, said Giacometti, they would all be unique simply because Michelangelo  was too busy moving ahead to fall backwards.

The word of the oracle had finally arrived!

Michelangelo was only 24 when he completed the Vatican Pietà and 89 when he last worked on the Pietà Rondanini. The sculptor said that once he’d seen an angel in a block of marble and carved until he set the angel free. It was the same approach Michelangelo had used with the Pietà Rondanini. Finally Jesus had been liberated from conventional aesthetics.

That night I struggled to fall asleep. In my mind’s eye I kept seeing the two statues side by side. The marble of the Vatican Pietà is slick and smooth and animated. The statue’s mass is a pyramid in a desert of space. Jesus, draped on his mother’s lap, is deposed from life. There’s nothing left but resignation.

But with the Pietà Rondanini, I almost see defiance. The chisel marks are distinct and, like wrinkled skin, indicate the motion of time.  Jesus is no longer distended but, with his mother’s help, erect. And ready for the ascension.

Life is initially Baroque, said the oracle, until it becomes something Minimalistic. Because perception changes with age, there’s no way the you of today can be the same as the you of yesterday. And with that thought in mind, I turned over and tranquilly fell asleep.

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(from Cool Breeze, aka The Age of Reconfiguration ©)

Bibliography:

Carrillo De Albornoz, Cristina. “Giacometti enabled me to know myself better”. The Art Newspaper, issue 223, April 2010. Retrieved October 18, 2018 HERE.

Lord, James. Giacometti. A Biography. Farrar, Straus and Giroux. New York. 1997.

Related: Alberto Giacometti’s studio comes to life in Paris…..Sitting on rue Victor Schoelcher, just 1km from Alberto Giacometti’s original studio on rue Hippolyte-Maindron, the Institute’s new home features a faithful reimagining of the artist’s chaotic atelier  + Fondation Giacometti-Studio + Yvonne Marguerite Poiraudeau book in French + Giacometti’s final frenzy: the paintings of Caroline + when Caroline met Giacometti, she was living at the Hotel de Sevres in Montparnasse +

For a while Caroline disappeared and the desperate Giacometti went looking for her.  She was in prison (Petite Roquette) for petty theft. Giacometti bought her an apartment making his wife Annette even more jealous of the young model. Caroline continued to be a prostitute and Giacometti enjoyed listening about her sexual encounters.  SOURCE

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Dusting the Stars

Once upon a time (about 13.8 billion years ago), only a tiny speck existed. That speck, although small, was loaded with energy. And when the speck could no longer contain itself, it exploded. Bang!  The insides came out but there was no place for this matter to go so space was created.

As the universe expanded, it lost much of its density (just like a flabby muscle) and started cooling off. The speck’s particles, once united, were now left alone to drift in space. Tired of the loneliness, the particles began seeking the company of other particles. Together they created atoms. And the atoms, that also liked to group together, created clans we now call stars and galaxies.

For billions of years the universe constructed its identity with these Lego-like atoms. Now the universe was full of brightly burning stars that, once formed, also expanded. Nuclear energy within the star kept it shining. But when the energy ran out, the supernova star collapsed on itself and exploded spreading its dust around the universe.

Space is such a lonely place. The homeless supernova dust, tired of being alone, looked around for new contacts and friends. Slowly the dust coalesced to create a new solar system that included Earth, the planet we now call home.

Thus the Earth is made from old supernova stardust. And since man was created on Earth, this means we, too, are made of stardust.

On the seventh day of his artistic creating, as mentioned in Genesis 2:7, God grabbed some dust from the ground and, like a sculptor, began to create man. What is this dust if not stardust? Otherwise, why would Joni Mitchell sing “We are stardust, we are golden and we’ve got to get ourselves back to the garden” if we’re not a product of this supernova debris. The atoms in our body were created during the Big Bang which means our bodies are made up of 13.7 billion year old atoms (which could explain why I’m often tired).

Now there are those scientists who’ve taken the Bang out of our creation insisting that the tiny speck referred to above did not explode but simply started stretching itself out more and more. Unable to stop itself, more than a Big Bang, it was a Big Blob that just kept/keeps expanding pushing other galaxies further away from the Earth. But be it a Big Bang or a Big Blob, the power of stardust remains as my friend, Luz, knows well.

On the Night of San Lorenzo in 1954, Luz caught a falling star and took it home. Here, using a coffee grinder, she pulverized the star then added to it a few of drops of frankincense oil to it.

Now there are seed bombers who like to throw around little mud balls full of seeds as a means of introducing vegetation where there’s none. Luz like the idea very much. But instead of seeds for her balls, she decided to use stardust. And, whenever Luz came across barren land, she’d hold up a handful of dust and blow it into the air. She was amazed at the result.

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(from“Dusted Stars” 2022)

Related: The Overview Effect + READING LIST–The stardust revolution: the new story of our origin in the stars by Berkowitz, Jacob on archive.org HERE + We Are Made of Stardust from Old Supernovas + How 40,000 Tons of Cosmic Dust Falling to Earth Affects You and Me +

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Motionless Futurists.

For Fluffy mou

Italian artist Giacomo Balla (1871-1958) was a key proponent of Futurism and a signatory of their 1910 Manifesto. He was most interested in depicting light and motion. Although a native of Turin, Balla moved to Rome in 1895. Here he met his wife, Elisa Marcucci. The couple had two daughters, Luce and Elica.

Now Balla pursued his artfull time earning a living as an illustrator and a portrait painter. But, after meeting Filippo Tommaso Marinetti, Balla adopted the Futurist style. He used the style not only in his paintings but in his clothing and furniture designs as well.

Around 1904, Balla and his family moved into an old monastery in the area of Parioli (corner of via Paisiello and via Porpora) and Balla began painting inside his home as if it were a three D painting. The Ballas often had visitors and, during World War I, Balla’s studio became a meeting place for young artists.

In 1926, the Balla family was forced to move to another neighbourhood, that of Delle Vittorie. Here, at via Oslavia 39b, Balla lived and worked until his death in 1958. His daughters continued to live in the house until their own deaths in the early 1990s. And it is this house, inhabited by members of the Balla family for 68 years, that’s recently been opened to the public thanks to a collaboration with the MAXXI  (Rome’s National Museum of Contemporary Art).

Entrance of building where the Balla Family lived, via Oslavia 39b, Rome

Part of the L-shaped hallway with its pastel colored amoeba-like shapes… Futurist painting, said Balla, wants to destroy immobility. So notice the painting hangings above (now copies, the originals removed). They are hanging from the ceiling as opposed to hanging on the wall. This way the painting can move if there’s a breeze and help Balla keep his painting in motion.

the combo living room and laboratory with its lavender floor tiles, handmade furniture and textiles….

Balla and his daughters would frequently move around Rome to paint in en plein air thus the need for various portable easels as pictured above. However, they lost their enthusiasm for outdoor painting during WWII. On March 23, 1944, Elica was painting en plein air when she heard an explosion. It was a bomb planted by members of the Italian resistance movement that the SS Headquarters on via Rasella. Thirty-three German soldiers were killed so the next day, in retaliation, the Germans massacred 335 Italians at the Ardeatine Caves. That day the Ballas lost their enthusiasm for outdoor painting and began staying at home to paint. Obviously, this influenced their subject matter and style.

In the foreground towards the right is an asymmetrical frame with tiny shelves. Called a “smoking cabinet”, the frame holds a textile representation of smoke.

In the living area as well as in other parts of the house are many examples of Luce’s handiwork. Elisa, her mom, was a seamstress just as Balla’s own mother had been a seamstress. Luce and her sister undoubtedly learned how to sew from their mom.

living room area with Balla related video going on

view from the living room window

bathroom dressed in painted tiles

Walking into the kitchen the first thing you notice is a painting by Elica showing her parents and sister sitting at the table. The mother, Elisa, is reading the paper, the sister, Luce, is sewing, and the family patriarch simply sits and reflects.

Notice the glass door with a yellow frame? It has a most incredible story…somehow the adjacent apartment had to, as some form of compensation for damage done, give one of its rooms to Balla so a big hole in the wall was made to create an opening.

The kitchen is the room I most enjoyed—the plates, obviously, were designed by Balla.

the kitchen balcony

to the left a sink for doing the laundry and to the right a sink for washing dishes…

counter with marble cutting board and hand painted flowers

painted matchbox hanging on the wall

how to close a cabinet Balla style

more handpainted décor…

Balla’s portable table setting

Luce Balla’s bedroom…Luce (1904-1994) was the Balla’s eldest daughter. Her work focused more on textile arts.

Notice the jacket hanging in the wardrobe…a jacket made by Luce based on the designs of her father. On the table are examples of Balla’s Futuristic flower sculptures that his daughter helped him make. They were then sold and helped subsidize the family income.

Luce’s “antimacassar” for the armchair…

Still Lifes

rug designed by Balla but crafted by his daughter Luce

The mural on the ceiling was also meant to hide the electrical wire that crawls across the ceiling.

more of Luce’s Futuristic Patchwork

Elica Balla’s bedroom…Elica (1914-1993) threw herself into the Futurists movement and participated in many exhibitions. After her father’s death, her main desire seemed to be that of perpetuating her father’s fame. In the mid-80s, Elica wrote his biography “Con Balla” when she was in her late 60s (unfortunately, the book is now out of print).

To the right are the stairs that led up to Elica’s “loft” for dreaming. Elica had a passion for clouds and had a mirror fixed above the window meant to reflect another mirror placed on the sill. That way Elica could have various views of the sky.

Futur Balla décor in Elica’s bedroom

desk under loft
“Colonial” desk and chair made from orange crates by Balla
Futuristic Frame
Balla’s shoes

Back in the hallway, built in storage space Balla style

A jacket designed by Balla hanging on the hallway coatrack….Balla was very interested in fashion and wrote the “Dress Manifesto Antineutral” describing Futurists clothing. Fashion designer Laura Biagiotti developed an interest in Futurist creations and began her own collection of Balla’s work (with 130 works now at the Biagiotti Cigna Foundation). So inspired by Balla, Biagiotti based her Summer/Spring collection of 2015 on Balla’s works.

hallway umbrella stand to hide the pipes

The hallway makes a turn and trades its pastels for primary colors. This part of the hallway led to Balla’s Red Studio and to the bedroom he shared with his wife.

The Red Studio

The entire house is highly painted and decorated until you get to the Balla’s bedroom. Here the original furniture has disappeared as have many of the art objects. For a while those who controlled the Balla estate transformed the bedroom into an office space. There is no “feel it on your skin” sensation in this room as with the rest of the house.

This screen is not a Balla original put painted in his style (maybe to fill up the space left by original objects that had been taken away). It reminds me somewhat of Fortunato Depero (who designed the Campari soda bottle still used today).

desk
wardrobe
unfinished painted screen
painted chair

The Ballas had a nice big terrace and used it a lot for socializing and for creating art happenings. The doors leading to the terrace were two: one in Luce’s bedroom and the other in Elica’s.

entrance to the terrace from Luce’s bedroom
entrance to terrace from Elica’s bedroom

During the last part of his life, Balla had his bed placed in front of the terrace door in Elica’s bedroom so that he could look outside and see his terrace in the foreground dominating the rest of the world.

the Balla terrace as seen from the corner of via Oslavia and via Vodice

After Balla’s death in 1958, Luce and Elica continued to live at via Oslavia until their own deaths in 1993/4. There is little information available as to how they lived these final years.

The Balla daughters lived a sheltered life. They were taught at home by private tutors instead of going to school. They were also expected from an early age to help their father actualize his designs as tapestries and other design objects. Bascially, the entire family evolved around Balla and his artistic activities.

Hopefully, someday soon a woman will decide to write about the life of these two daughters who lived in their father’s shadow even 35 years after his death.

Giacomo Balla is buried at Verano Monumental Cemetery in Rome (being a family tomb, I would assume his daughters are here, too). See fotos HERE. Other Futurists at Verano HERE.

Rope Story No. 3…how a Futurist used his rope

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Related: Casa Balla, MAXXI +  Casa Balla. Dalla casa all’universo  + Casa Balla. Dalla casa all’universo e ritorno: le foto della mostra e dell’appartamento opera d’arte + Coloratissimo e luminosissimo + Balla prima di Balla + Giacomo Balla e quel balcone su Villa Borghese + “Giacomo Balla e la via dei Parioli” di Giovanna Alatri + Casa Balla: apre a Roma la straordinaria casa futurista di Giacomo Balla + Dal primo autoritratto alle ultime rose. Su Rai3, la mostra di Giacomo Balla a Roma + Giacomo Balla 150 dalla nascita. Quando l’apertura di Casa Balla di via Oslavia? + Le decorazioni del Bal Tic Tac di Giacomo Balla restoration + more Casa Balla + affreschi di Balla al cabaret Bal Tic Tac at via Milano 24 Rome + Laura Biagiotti, omaggio al Futurismo. Sinfonie d’avanguardia in passerella, evocando le geometrie accese di Giacomo Balla & Co.  +

Bibliography:  Elica Balla, Con Balla, Milano, Multhipla Edizioni, 1984.

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Diana Vreeland’s Travelling Eye

Time moves faster in New York City. Surrounded by masses of bodies always in a rush makes me claustrophobic.  So, for relief, I stretch my neck to look up as if the sky were the Sistine Chapel ceiling. NYC is heaven for some, hell for others. For me it’s a limbo, a penance I have to pay to enjoy its pleasures.  Like the MET.

In 1870, the Metropolitan Museum of Art was born and its first acquisition was a Roman sarcophagus. Later, in 1946, the Museum of Costume Art merged with the MET as The Costume Institute. For years it was just a bunch of dated dresses collecting dust.  Then Diana Vreeland came along and, with an explosion of extravagance, pumped life into a cadaver.

Hugh and I were in New York to celebrate my birthday. Diana had curated the exhibit The 10s, The 20s, The 30s: Inventive Paris Clothes 1909–1939 and I was anxious to see it. The exhibit included designers like Paul Poiret (who began his career making doll clothes for his sister), Madeleine Vionnet (known for her bias-cut Grecian style dresses), and Elsa Schiaparelli (addicted to Surrealism).

Schiaparelli’s evening jacket designed with Jean Cocteau had me drooling. I was dripping all over myself when this woman came up to me and loudly said: “Where in the world did you get that dress you’re wearing?” To my amazement, it was Diana Vreeland and she was asking me about one of my own creations. Intimidated, I stumbled around for words thinking she was going to rip me to shreds. Instead she said “Darling, that dress is wonderfully wicked. “ When I told her I’d made it, she stared at me with x-ray eyes. Ten minutes later I was in her office drinking Scotch and water. Water, she said, is good for your health.

Since we were both addicted to our Daily Aesthetics, we had much in common. Her aesthetics were by far more sophisticated (and expensive) than mine. But, she said while eying my dress, bad taste is better than no taste at all. “You gotta have style,” she continued, “It’s a way of life. Without it, you’re nobody.”

You know the saying in vino veritas, well it works with Scotch, too. And soon Diana was telling me all about herself. I‘ve found that people are always willing to talk if they find someone willing to listen.

Diana had been very unhappy as a child. Part of her unhappiness stemmed from the exceptional beauty of her mother and sister causing Diana to be considered the ugly duckling of the family.  But at age 14, she decided to change this and initiated a self-improvement program. She started keeping a diary aimed at helping her achieve perfection and decided to: 1. Transform the way she looked 2. Improve the way she spoke 3. Work hard in everything she did.  Diana’s strategy was “Become the best possible version of yourself”.

To transform her looks, she relied much on fashion.  Because the way we dress not only changes the way we see ourselves, it also changes the way we’re seen by others. But clothes aren’t enough. Diana understood that it took style and personality to make a nondescript person appear wildly attractive.

Projecting energy also makes a person captivating. So Diana made it a point never to be idle but always in motion.  Because the more energy you expand, the more energy you create.  She loved to dance because it gave her a feeling of vitality and let her energy flow.

Improving the way you speak also means having something intelligent to say. That’s why Diana often spent days in bed reading. And this helped prepare her for her career as a fashion columnist.

While at Harper’s Bazaar, Diana penned the column “Why don’t you…” full of extravagant and playful ideas.  Like: Why don’t you tie black tulle bows on your wrists? and Why don’t you wear fruit hats?

Diana was also known for her sayings such as “blue jeans are the most beautiful things since the gondola” and “the bikini is the most important thing since the atom bomb”.

Our senses are biased. The “halo effect” reflects that bias. We tend to make overall evaluations about people and places based on appearance. And fashion, that courts and seduces the eye, helps manipulate those evaluations. But Diana’s eye was not a product of fashion. To the contrary, her sense of fashion came from having developed her own personal aesthetics and from those aesthetics she educated her visual sense.

Diana’s eyes were hungry and in constant motion searching for nourishment. They were hungry for novelty that could make her dendrites grow.

Vision is often considered the most important sense organ. However, there’s a difference between looking and observing. One is passive, the other active. Diana’s eyes were active. And for that reason she believed that the eye must travel.

John Berger, in Ways of Seeing, writes that seeing came before words and that “the relation between what we see and what we know is never settled.” The way we perceive what we see is affected by knowledge and belief, by our way of seeing the world (Weltanschauung).

When walking down the street, notice the men looking at women and turning them into objects. This looking is not a reciprocal experience as women, when walking alone, avoid eye contact because eye contact attracts attention it’s considered provocative as Victorine Meurent knew well.

Years before I’d been to the Musée d’Orsay to see Manet’s Le Dejeuner sur l’herbe. The woman in the painting was looking at me.  She was sitting on the grass totally naked next to two men fully clothed. I’d read that the painting had created quite a scandal and that the first time it had been shown, an outraged man tried to hit it with his umbrella.

You see, the painting made men uncomfortable because of the way that the model, Victorine Meurent, looked at them. Men, accustomed to rubbing their eyes all over women’s bodies, could not accept Victorine’s gaze that said “instead of you looking at me, I’m going to look at you”.  Even in terms of using the senses, women were not considered men’s equals.

Victorine, Manet’s favorite model, had often been described by art historians as a drunk and a prostitute.  But it wasn’t true. Victorine, who from a poor family, wanted to be an artist. She sang in cafes, gave violin lessons, and modelled just to earn money for art lessons. And, in 1862, going from one gig to another as a street musician playing her guitar in cafes, she met Manet. Intrigued, Manet asked her to model for him. He painted her eating cherries on the street, as a matador without a bull, and as a woman with a child near Gare Saint-Lazare.

Victorine also posed for the paintings considered to be Manet’s most scandalous: Le Dejeuner as well as Olympia (who’s wearing only a black ribbon and a pair of slippers). It wasn’t as if women had never been represented without clothing before. But they had been represented as goddesses or mythical beings who were nude but not naked. Because alone I am nude. In front of you, I am naked.

Victorine had one of her paintings accepted by the Salon the same year Manet had been rejected. In all, she was accepted by the Salon six different times and, in 1903, accepted as a member of the Sociéte des Artistes. Nevertheless, the art critic Adolphe Tabarant, saw her not as an artist but simply as a drunk aging beauty who had arrived at a “fin douloureuse”. He even wrote that Victorine was dead even though she was still alive and painting.

When in her 40s, artist Norbert Goeneutte painted Victorine with her guitar. But, as we well know, age tends to make women obsolete. So, too old to model and unable to earn enough money from her paintings, Victorine became an usher in a theater until she moved to Colombes outside of Paris.  Here she lived with the piano teacher, Marie Dufour, for 20 years.

After the death of Victorine and Marie, the contents on their home, including paintings and a violin, were burned in the yard. All that’s left of of Victorine’s struggles to become an artist is Le jour des rameaux, a painting now located at the museum in Colombes.

Nutritious food also helps.  Bell peppers help reduce the risk of age related macular degeneration.  Blueberries reduce the risk of cataracts and glaucoma.  The beta carotene in carrots and sweet potatoes combats the loss of vitamin A which is the leading cause of blindness in poor countries. Chia seeds contain much omega 3 that helps protect the eyes from macular degeneration and dry eye syndrome.

Diabetes is a leading cause of blindness. To help prevent diabetes, limit your sugar intake, drink a lot of water, exercise and lose weight.

Sight is the most relied upon of the senses. To prepare for old age, we can exercise our eyes just like we do our bodies. Here are four examples:

To relax your eye muscles, with enthusiasm, rub the palms of your hands to heat them up then place them over your eyelids.

To exercise focusing, sit in a comfortable chair then stretch one arm straight out with the thumb sticking up. Gradually pull the thumb closer to your eyes then further away again.

To exercise peripheral vision, sit with your head facing straight ahead. Without moving your head, look towards the left then look towards the right.

To increase blood circulation to nourish the eyes, stand up straight with your right index finger in front of your eyes. Now sway to the left then to the right while continuing to focus on your finger.

Imagination is visual. It gives us the ability to envision something that doesn’t exist. Maybe that’s why Einstein said that imagination is more important than knowledge.

Many athletes use visualization to enhance their abilities. The famous golfer, Jack Nicklaus, for example, used visualization to prepare for tournaments. He would visualize a routine over and over again so when he actually had to perform, he would hit the ball perfectly.

Any change you want to make in your life begins in the imagination. To make that desired change, use visualization. Seated and in a relaxed state, close your eyes and imagine doing what’s necessary to make the desired change. Keep practising this visualization a couple of time a day until you get results.

Seeing is believing. You cannot believe in God unless you use your imagination.

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 (from Cool Breeze, aka The Age of Reconfiguration ©)

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