I have been wading through these books which are the most recent on my "reading list".
They are the writings of Clifford Geertz and of Friedrich Schleiermacher. Those are only their names, just imagine what their writings are like. They are the kind of books were you drift, where after about a paragraph you've become so far off track that your eyes are moving along in a doughnut-like state and you've started recalling embarrassing elementary school fiascos. But as I am traisping through these thick and dense texts I am reminded of art, which is never far from my mind.
With the opening of the rest of the second floor galleries, I encountered a piece I haven't seen for, I guess it has been just about four years. Elke. She baffles me in the most astounding way. The experience is different everytime I see Georg Baselitz's life study.
The first time I saw Elke I was seventeen, looking at prospective colleges and their surrounding areas. I was amazed that some one could paint and accurate and well-proportioned nude upside-down. When I returned to Fort Worth to continue my education at Texas Christian University, Elke was gone.
Today, curious to see what's up for display, I rounded a corner, and there it was. Elke is back. I laughed, not so much out loud but that little giggle inside your head. I had caught a glimpse of a new side to Elke. This time instead of the initial awe, I was impressed at Baselitz's sense of humor. Elke, erie as she is seemed to be playing a joke, a harmless joke. Hanging there upside-down as if by accident. The kind of joke a Scooby-doo villian might play to incinuate that this museum is actually haunted. Tangent and playful imagery aside, I can only say that Baselitz's German genius is matched by that of Schleiermacher.
I can only imagine what I can glean from another reading of "On Religion".