As a small child I liked to make a mashed potato mountain on my plate with pieces of broccoli stuck round the base, forest-style. Strange-shape clouds were also a preoccupation of childhood, they exhibit the inherent ambiguity present in all that we observe and think we see and think we know what we see.

 

Here, is a beautifully expressed-comment by Schopenhauer on Golden Age Dutch Painters/Artists who:”directed such purely objective perception to the most insignificant objects, a lasting document of their objectivity and spiritual peace in paintings of still life, the aesthetic beholder does not contemplate them without emotion.”

I, also, ask people to remember that there is a core of the everyday triviality that is the reference for all people (including the “Masters” of yore) that underpins all that they may invent:

Leonardo spent a lot of time designing floats, that were all over doo-dads, for his patron’s festivals, parties, and parades. They were a bunch of gay old dogs, most times, not the heavy-duty souls, perpetually steeped in spirituality.