Lust for the Moment

November 15, 2014

Patricia Beykrat - the Roving Aesthete

 My lover, creature of the written word gushing with instinctive heartbeats straight from the arteries of feeling, always in stream of consciousness on pages filled by the minute, told me at one point he cannot understand how someone like Vermeer would work for months to create a single painting. Because, surely, the initial emotion, the original impulse, would’ve long waned.

I never replied- incentives of his physical closeness distracted me.

But as I was recently talking to my muse about an elaborate composition she was planning to start well aware it might take weeks to perfect, an idea became clear to me that the artistic process by which we write – or draw – or sculpt – or compose is a timeless container of the inner state we want our creation to convey.

So during the interval between the first and last brushstroke our primary inspiration is preserved and can…

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2 Responses to “Lust for the Moment”

  1. aubrey Says:

    Vermeer’s paintings were like jewels, with facets of color and light carefully explored and expressed as would befit a master painter as well as a sublime jeweler. The initial impulse to create appears without warning, but remains, like a thorn in your side, until the thing is finished.

    Rembrandt, I think, was at his best when capturing expression – so his work must have been quick and accurate to capture such fleeting and elusive subjects. He used his son, Titus, as a model for the angel whispering in Matthew’s ear, and Matthew’s expression, trying to listen, wondering where the voice could be coming from, is something I will not soon forget.

    I’m almost finished, I promise!

    If Egon Schiele was born 10-15 years earlier, he would have known, perhaps, the works of my favorite, Aubrey Beardsley. Both had had their works declared pornographic, both investigated beauty and brutality in their art, although Aubrey – bless – was a little more caught up in the fantastic and the Baroque than Schiele was. Schiele was ruthless, but the power of the beautiful line will always make its will known.


    • Very accurately explained indeed but I daresay Schiele must’ve known of Aubrey, the links between decadent Vienna and decadent London were tighter then we think. C. R. Mackintosh, for instance, was a great influence on the Wiener Werkstatte


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