“…Can you bring me to the place
where the pollen is now the light…” Linda Hogan
At its best, art can be transformative: a painting can make us look at the world in a new way; a poem can capture thoughts that rattled around in our heads without coherence. Music is sometimes at its best when it is hardly noticed like in a great film. One of my colleagues referred to Lawrence Of Arabia, a film that opens with seven minutes of landscape panoramas. The music captures our minds, and lets us float through the scenes.
A mother was stroking her youngest daughter and told her family, “ She is just like S---. The down on her skin is the same and so is the length of her muscles. When I press my fingers into her skin it bounces back exactly the same way.” Hands observe these nuances, these fine details, taking in all this information from the realm of touch. It is a way of knowing very different from the world of sight and sound.