“God picks up the reed-flute world and blows,
Each note is a need coming through one of us,
a passion, a longing-pain.
Remember the lips
where the wind-breath originated,
and let your note be clear.
Don’t try to end it.
Be your note.
I’ll show you how it’s enough.”
Portico Detail for the Museum MMK für Moderne Kunst, Frankfurt, DE (Mar 2021) Don Michael Hudson, PhD
Mono Q2
I really love this entrance, and even though it is a B and W Mono, the portico itself is B and W Mono. How does one capture this? I chose to keep the “industrial” on the left and the “celestial” on the right. But notice that these are “stairs”–upside down stairs? Is there such a thing as upside down stairs? And could we even tread them? We need them badly, longingly, but we can only observe them–their simplicity, elegance, symmetry, their almost invisible, ignored presence. Such a view–my view of this portico for the last few years–has made me think of Jacob and his ladder, Mohammad and his fleet-footed horse and his flight into the darkness, Duchamp and his complex and multi-dimensional nude, and even Zeppelin’s decadent Stairway to Heaven. Yeah.
Maybe that’s one of our human problems we need to remedy but can’t. We must use our stairs within the bounds of gravity–except, except, in art, in our imaginations, in our creative eyes, in our minds, in our yearning to go beyond ourselves to right the world. Have you noticed that there are few places in this life with no bounds, places where we can soar without limits? This is Design. Art. Lascivious, ridiculous, laughable creativity. Upside down stairs? “Insanity,” some say.
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