Mysterious things and ordinary things
The mysterious rock-like substance in the beach that seemed to eat up the rubbish, as if it were lava
“What science finds to be nonexistent, we must accept as nonexistent, but what science merely does not find is a completely different matter. …It is quite clear that there are many, many, mysterious things.” Dalai Lama
Yesterday I was reading my Google reader which is like a personalized news paper, it is amazing! James set it up for me, now all I have to do is click two buttons every day and I have as much or as little as I want to read about every day. Yesterday, it lead me to Gerhard Richter’s artist’s statement. The bit that caught my short attention span probably because it resonated with me, was where he said how when painting his abstract works he did not start a painting with a predetermined vision in mind, but over many applications of paint up to 20 or so sometimes when something became recognisable, emerging almost organically through the paint then he would stop painting it. According to him his work forms from structures and ideas around him, nothing more profound than that. He has a dislike of any doctrine preferring nature without the prejudices that people have. Maybe that is why he paints as if imitating nature itself.
Why is there thought to be such a separation between the ordinary and the mysterious or profound, is it not a seamless continuation?