tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5407783074290571587.post9220155242272838322..comments2024-02-14T14:04:43.435+01:00Comments on Martin in Broda: Der Unendlichkeit standzuhalten - Caspar David Friedrich - Bild IMartininBrodahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13367467039848677931noreply@blogger.comBlogger6125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5407783074290571587.post-88159573658482920452011-07-04T11:28:40.260+02:002011-07-04T11:28:40.260+02:00@Anonym Wie sie sagten, ist der Text schon etwas ä...@Anonym Wie sie sagten, ist der Text schon etwas älter, so mußte ich ihn also selbst in einem passenden Moment noch einmal wiederlesen. Daß diese Begegung mit dem Unermeßlichen, der das Bild jedenfalls den Sehenden aussetzt, bei Ihnen keine beunruhigten Gefühle auslöst, freut mich. Ich selbst habe das wohl deshalb auch als Frage offengelassen, weil große Kunst neben anderem auch immer etwas von einem Spiegel der Selbsterkenntnis hat. Vielen Dank für den Kommentar.MartininBrodahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13367467039848677931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5407783074290571587.post-80069463371622973732011-06-28T23:55:38.002+02:002011-06-28T23:55:38.002+02:00Knapp zwei Jahre, nachdem Sie Ihren Text über den ...Knapp zwei Jahre, nachdem Sie Ihren Text über den Mönch am Meer geschrieben haben, fand ich ihn heute. <br /><br />Vielen Dank für Ihre Interpretation.<br /><br />Für mich hat das Bild etwas Kosmisches, was mir ins Innerste greift, in mir eine Ahnung der Unermesslichkeit des Universums entstehen lässt, Ehrfurcht weckt, aber keine Angst vor Leere und Verlassenheit aufkommen lässt. <br /><br />Dieses Bild ist für mich das non plus ultra.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5407783074290571587.post-18576855244383193072009-09-07T20:42:43.787+02:002009-09-07T20:42:43.787+02:00Yes indeed, that's the next picture on my list...Yes indeed, that's the next picture on my list, certainly not today but maybe this week.MartininBrodahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13367467039848677931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5407783074290571587.post-68430515643560856002009-09-07T20:02:56.047+02:002009-09-07T20:02:56.047+02:00That was th painter of the eternally remaining(thx...That was th painter of the eternally remaining(thx him), now deteriorating chalkrocks of Rugen?! Propz PilgrimPilgrimhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10302358349617667455noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5407783074290571587.post-75079991243386097552009-09-07T19:40:15.119+02:002009-09-07T19:40:15.119+02:00Part 2
(Here you can find 2 marvellous art galler...Part 2<br /><br />(Here you can find 2 marvellous art galleries - http://www.caspardavidfriedrich.org - and -http://www.philipphauer.de/galerie/caspar-david-friedrich-werke).<br /><br />In this although impressive, so nevertheless densely packed language (by the way Kleist had thereby used a text from Brentano, let us say, he adapted it) we experience certainly something about Kleist, but possibly Friedrich’s own intentions were a bit different.<br /><br />He struggled at least 2 years with this easily simple appearing painting, he made over paintings and other changes; a mental self-portrait about loneliness and the nether world, solitude and the eternal.<br /><br />The monk stands on a barren strip of sand before an empty immeasurability, which does not grant orientation, in the preparatory drawing were still 2 ships drifting in the storm towards the bank. But now he is alone exposed to this attacking force, a shape at the same time barely visible and highly visible, against the supremacy of the soulless elements, above which darkness and light fighting each other in the infinity of the universe.<br /><br />It is probably not wrong to say, if one states that man here is shaken to the core by the infinity he sees, and at the same time becomes more aware of that his soul becomes a part of this infinity. The sky was for C. D. Friedrich always also a cipher for redemption and eternal life.<br /><br />But as the shape of the monk seems to disappear and is nevertheless highly visible, then it is also with this interpretation: Have we to withstand a pitiless infinity (pitiless, because without live) or finds our self-assertion an echo in the infinity, which is more than only an echo of our futile existence or like the trace of a handful salt, thrown in the sea.MartininBrodahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13367467039848677931noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5407783074290571587.post-70008509109178405802009-09-07T18:21:19.829+02:002009-09-07T18:21:19.829+02:00To withstand infinity - Caspar David Friedrich - f...To withstand infinity - Caspar David Friedrich - fig. I<br /><br />Translation part 1<br /><br />Which was possible for me one year ago, to remind of Caspar David Friedrich (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Caspar_David_Friedrich), who was born on September 5th 1774, as evident, this time did not succeed to me punctually. Even though he is one of my favourite painters, well, that is in approximately so original, as to say, one would appreciate Keats, who not. But then I thought, why not make from the annoyance something meaningful and discuss in loose series some of his paintings, because such a post here is nevertheless inclined easy to be superficial. We begin thus with the “Monk at the Sea”.<br /><br />Heinrich von Kleist says about this painting the following:<br /> “It is splendid, in infinite loneliness by the shore of the sea under a cheerless sky, to stare at a limitless expanse of water; in part, this is due to the fact that one has gone there, that one must return, that one would like to cross over, that one cannot do so; that everything belonging to life is missing and that one hears one's own voice in the roar of the tide, in the billowing of the wind, in the passing of the clouds and in the lonely cry of the birds; in part it is due to a demand which is made by the heart and by the withdrawal of nature, if I may so express it. This is impossible before this painting, however, and what I should have found in the painting I could find only between myself and the panting, that is to say, a demand the painting makes on me but does not fulfil; and so I became the monk and the painting became the dune, but that on which I gazed with yearning, the sea, was not there at all. Nothing can be more melancholy and unpleasant than this position in the world: to be only spark of life in the wide realm of death, the lonely centre of a lonely circle. The painting stands there with its two or three mysterious objects like the apocalypse, as if it possessed Young's Night Thoughts, and since in its monotony and boundlessness it has nothing but the frame for a foreground, when one looks at it, it is as if one's eyelids had been cut away."MartininBrodahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13367467039848677931noreply@blogger.com