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Master of his art.
Hieronymus Bosch a Dutch Surrealist Artist of the13 century famous for a painted triptych depicting The Garden of Earthly Delights which as a child chilled me and spiked my curiosity in the same token.
I did not ever find any comfort in the solace of that grotesque smiling half torso figure that seem to take some kind of morbid pleasure in his own torment. This figure was seemingly being taken apart and inspected by some not so much less horrid half-human animal creatures.
I found the picture far from delightful yes fascinating and terrifying at the same time I often now wonder about his knowledge of human psychology because the picture frightened me in many ways that I do not quite understand even now.
I also suspect that Bosch intended just this to happen and the picture is not so much a dream but as more of a nightmare to be seen. A surrealist painting created by a man who lived over 500 years ago with so very little left behind to give us any kind of insight into his thinking, except for that of the grotesque painting itself.
Part of this picture can be seen to your left-hand side of the picture by the side of my head, whilst I am sitting comfortably by Reggie’s Ephemeral Walls.
With Reggie not being the creator of the clip taken from the famouse Koyaanisqatsi film below.
See the full painting on wikipedia at the link below.
- The Garden of Earthly Delights
Hieronymus Bosch a Dutch Surrealist Artist of the 13th century, depicting, The Garden of Earthly Delights.
Hieronymus Bosch a Dutch Surrealist Artist, The Garden of Earthly Delights.
koyaanisqatsi life out of balance.
Kings Mill, Wrexham 2009, part of the Erddig estate in North Wales.
A painting of Kings Mill after it had been resored.
We are chaos in motion
A twist in a massive plot
Chaos to ourselves
Believing we are not
We invent ourselves
As a natural state of being
A million billion cells
A force beyond our seeing
Not an ancient god
Or a modern science
We are products
Of a natural appliance
99.9% of everything we hear, touch, smell, see and feel
is but an internal eternal dream, take the .1% away and
all we do is think, we are what we think.
Token of Reason
A part of you
Apart of me
A bond in flesh
The world can see
Every hurt
And every joy
Rewarded with
Our children.
Taken from the portrait below that was written when my son was born and the portrait painted when my he was ten.
Portrait Token of Reason.
The Zeitgeist Song is about my understanding of truth and IMO most of what we think is truth is in actual fact propaganda for the exploitation of human beings b
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No Exit No1
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Thank you Terry, sorry it took me so long to do this.
you think Bosch was disturbing.. I was looking at Breugel when i was a kid ¨the triumph of death´´ in particular, the bleak sepia image of folly and mans inevitable demise brought the same mixture of horror and yet fascination within me as a kid. An image of a corpse draped over a cartwheel stuck on a dead branch stripped tree is clear in my memory as when I first saw it. Bosch on the other hand was a delight...the bloke with a dinner party in his arse was having a good time in hell..the detail I liked was that his feet were firmly planted on the ground literally as tree trunks. Its worth going to the Prado in Madrid to see the real painting if you can, but when you see Goya's work on the top floor there, both the Flemish artists look like children's book illustrators.
Hey catala,
Fandabidozee!
Now that’s what I call music metaphorically speaking or rather should I say I am leaving on a jet plane, a trip to Madrid after Christmas holidays would be cool I can hardly wait I will now thank you an inspiring comment.
Thank you, Gareth, regards.
Hi There,
Upon reflection.
I have not been to see Goya’s work on the top floor yet but I will because it’s in my mind on the point of “both the Flemish artists look like children's book illustrators.” That is a big contributor to me actually finding them both just that little bit more disturbing. I have even seen Breugel’s work used to illustrate children’s books and used on Christmas cards which leans more towards your description and makes it all the more disturbing for me.
The real reason I think that particularly Bosch and The Garden of Earthly Delights has a particular effect on me is because I cannot get my head around it and isn’t that it? We cannot really get our heads around the concept of a garden of earthly delights anyway and who knows where it can end because the human urge for more drives us to the ¨the triumph of death´´ No Exit.
Regards, Gareth.
Ryanair don,t do flights from Wrexham to Madrid...but de do do dont de from Liverpool, tickets are unrealistically cheap at the moment, Madrid can be seriously cold in the winter being in the centre of nowhere and about 2000ft above sea level. maybe spring would be time to visit.
Meanwhile between the Garden of Earthly Delights and the Triumph of Death...floats a splendid painting by Bosch "The Ship of Fools." its in the Louvre Paris. another iconic image of mankind's location and folly in this world. I love it.
Coming from originally from Liverpool could I tell you three salty foolish ship tales..
When I was around sixteen I spent my youth in the abandoned docks of Birkenhead wandering around the empty warehouses and salvaging shipping receipts packing crate stencils and other remnants. At the same time the fishing industry was being abandoned, timber trawlers were being decomisioned at a rapid rate and being broken, burnt or simply left to rot, my dad saw his opportunity for a ship of fools scenario. Having never been to sea in his life, he decided to buy and restore a 43ft camel backed fishing boat from Conway with a Perkins deisel engine , the same as a bus. The restoration was quite a job done mainly by me and an old salt in the Bikenhead docks, the boat was shipshape in six months. Heres the rub. we got a young skipper and his mate from Conway to come to Birko to take her around to moor in Conway where he could take fishing parties out and do a bit himself as part of the bargain. This skipper was a bit of a lad I was sixteen he was 26 and with his mate a seriously tatooed biker we set off on our maiden voyage. The locks at the Birkenhead docks are quite impresive built for big boats but were rarely used back then, they dwarfed the Goodwill as we sank to the level of the Mersey and pottered out into the big river. Its funny having known the size of the river all my life from the landing stages, ferries and docksides being on it or in it in a small fisshing boat was quite dfferent, it was a full tide and for the a Mersey quite busy. Theres a rough one way system in place Liverpool side out to the Irish Sea, Birkenhead side up river, we headed across to Pier Head to join the flow out. Having been involved in all the restoration it was sods law the only thing we hadnt touched broke. as the skipper turned the wheel to turn starboard he passsed it to me saying "here lad, its it´s your dads boat you take the wheel" every spline on the wheel had been rotten and all that was left to steer was the brass boss, we were ruderless heading towards the Isle of Man Steam Packet on Pier Head, in the words of sgt Jones.. dont panic... dont panic.. we paniced. I ran of down below a grabbed a monkey wrench we clamped it to the wheel boss whilst drifted along uncontrolled spins, it worked but the wheel house was too small to allow it to turn full cicle, biker mate smashed both side windows brutal but we were in control again and completed the trip to Conway with a monkey wrench. The folly went on for a while, predictably my dad liked the idea rather than the reality of the sea and sold her in the end.
Having moved to Catalonia with my family, it is the perfect place to sail as unlike the tidal waters of Britain the sea is like a bathtub so at the end of summer I bought a French Racing Dingy for the costly sum of 250 euros and set off with my eldest son to teach him how to sail..not. The last time I,d sailed was when I was a younger man and soon realised I,d forgotten everything and I had become too large and unagile to avoid the boon which clobbered me every time we tacked, much to his ammusement, this was the other problem if it can be called a problem we laughed too much. he wanted to be Captian Jack sparrow ..and so did I, all we did for a week is capsize and go arghhhh. We put it back on its trailer and in the way of most daft ideas left it for winter to start again the following year (never to be used again) perhaps I´ll sell it.
The last salty tale is a bit of nostalgia really, the fishing town L´escala where we live was the centre of an anchovy fleet until the sixties and some of the traditional boats are still alive just (the anchovies have long gone) There is a boats graveyard down at the port with about four boats left to rot in variuos stages. About six months age I took my kids down to do sketches of them, one in particular caught our eye EL V IRA we wondered why the letters were spaced and not written ELVIRA its a pun meaning the wine has gone or the wines run out in catalan. quite apt for a beached decaying workboat. we returned the other day for a sad surprise. The boats had been vandalised, quite rare for around here, two were burnt out and EL VI IRA had been burnt and her stern and prow stolen. I regreted not having taken the name plank myself and noticed one was just still attached, a small squeeky voice which should have been my concience but wasn,t shouted "nick it dad!" my lovely daughter 8 years old was gourding me on.. She had lived in Deptford most of her life.. "you can take the girl out of Deptford, but you cant take Deptford out of the girl" we often joke that shes got the voice of a cockney fishwife here it was in the port. I told her its wrong to steal something even if a thing has benn abandoned. I went back later on my own and borrowed it later I,ll frame it for her as a christmas present
That was a bit of a trip down memory lane, all true though, and I didnt even tell you about me nearly drowning a woman in the Mersey by throwing a life belt to her, hitting her head sending her below much to the ammusement of the scally crowd watching they cheered when she popped back about 15 feet away but thats another story
Hi catala,
You have just extended the content on this Hub by 1.101 words now I am not being ungrateful at all but perhaps you could have made another Hub out of just this comment?
Interesting stories, I enjoyed reading them I visit the Albert Dock quite often to go to the Tate and find it to be just a little bit eerie I cannot help feeling that the place is full of ghost’s.
Just 100 years ago or even 50 and it would have been so full of life although now it is a tourist attraction with many visitors it seems very empty and haunted.
Thank you for your time and interesting stories, Gareth.
gareth I think your right It was Sunday morning and I got carried way, monday morning and Im of to work..no time to yabber on
cheers
My final trip to sea was a matter of hours! I helped a friend deliver an ex Scottish Isles fishing boat from Bude in Cornwall to Milford Haven in Wales where she was picked up by her new owners who took her to the Mersey as a work boat. This was about 1976. Perhaps the same boat?
Regards
Forgot to tell the name was "Goodwill"
Hey Innyside,
Thank you for being interested enough to join in the comments this is what being is about I think, having something to say.
Every living being has a story to tell and if I had a boat I'd call it Sanity.
Thanks, Gareth.
Oh, brilliant - the content, the poetry, the photographs, the videos. Jam-packed with goodies. Lovely.
Hi sheilanewton,
Thank you for your kind words and visiting this hub as it doesn't see many visitors but does sometimes inspire those who do.
I am so happy you liked it, thank you again, Gareth.
The Garden of Earthly Delights is a depiction of a nightmare. The initial scene Adam and Eve sitting with God learning his ways, but when they chose to ignore God the second part of the painting tells of what happened. Man frolicking away, using and destroying everything God so lovingly created all in the pursuit of earthly delights, then the last scene is the consequences. When we destroy the world God created we suffer from self inflicted evils.
Regarding your poem, I like the notion of reality being what we perceive. The world is chaos, and there is no such thing as right or wrong. Things just are the way they are. If you are stating truth is love, then I see you are speaking of love in a broader perspective. All in all this was well put together.
Thanks for the garden of earthly delights description it helps, I like the poem and it is useful again, to see some understanding and agreement, truth is a difficult one, I have spent a big part of my life mulling that one over inside my head and then one day out of the blue it came to life, then my friend recorded it and it became so very dramatic, I am so lucky sometimes, thank you for sharing your thinking it takes effort so thank you again for that.
Gareth.
I like the poem you have here. It reminds me of my life and many relationships. Love is chaotic and can happen anytime anywhere. It is something unexpected and uncontrolled. nice work.
Hi DarkMuse13,
It is based on my own life and many relationships so it is nice that others can relate to it with some comprehension, it is also for myself a nice reminder that we are not it, really, we are only a small, pretty insignificant part of it and we only think we know.
I am happy you like it and thank you for your thoughts, and giving me the opportunity to elaborate.
Gareth.
I like the poem. We do have ver chaotic lives that sometime go spinning out of control. In relationships all too often what we believe is only what we WANT to believe and nowhere near the truth of things.
Thank you Rosemay50 and thanks to the natural appliance I am getting to old for it all now or perhaps it just takes on a different guise with age, as I don't do those relationships anymore, just, me, myself and I.
Gareth.
Terry 4 years ago
Greatnvery thought provoking.
Thanks