Blue; an intriguing mystery. An Exhibition Proposal by Guity Novin October, 2012

I have been painting frantically over the past two years, and I have submitted a proposal for an exhibition entitled Blue: an intriguing mystery. Here is the text of my proposal:


***

Blue; an intriguing mystery.

An Exhibition Proposal by Guity Novin

October 22, 2012

Why am I so enthralled with the colour Blue? What derives its intriguing mystery and its overwhelming elegance? According to 16th Century textual accounts, blue was the color of sacrifice for the ancient Maya. They painted human beings blue before thrusting them backwards on an altar and cutting their beating heart from their bodies. But, it is a deeper mystery that calls me from the core of the this universe,  when I hear Johann Strauss’ “The Blue Danube” , or think about these lines from Maurice Maeterlinck’s The Blue Bird in Act II,

Listen to me!... All of us here present, Animals, Things and Elements, possess a soul which man does not yet know. That is why we retain a remnant of independence; but, if he finds the Blue Bird, he will know all, he will see all and we shall be completely at his mercy.... This is what I have just learned from my old friend, Night, who is also the guardian of the mysteries of Life.... It is to our interest, therefore, at all costs to prevent the finding of that bird, even if we have to go so far as to endanger the lives of the children themselves.

This mysterious sensation that cannot be explained, or conveyed or be captured by the mere words, but is perhaps best revealed in Wallace Stevens’ Blue Guitar. Stevens, one of the most significant American poets of the 20th century, contrasts between the reality of “things as they are” and “A tune upon the blue guitar / Of things exactly as they are.’ “

The man bent over his guitar,
A shearsman of sorts. The day was green.
They said, ‘You have a blue guitar,
You cannot play things as they are.’

The man replied, ‘Things as they are
Are changed upon the blue guitar.’

And they said then, ‘But play, you must,
A tune beyond us, yet ourselves,
A tune upon the blue guitar
Of things exactly as they are.’

I want to capture that exact reality of things as they are. I want to swim in that blue-pool, which according to an anonymous poet might be the secret Entrance to the center of the Earth

A pool in new Jersey known as the `Blue-pool` is rumoured to be a bottomless crater...
created by a pre-historic fallen meteor...
The water is frigid at all times of the year , even in Summer...
Swimmers who have taken a dip have mysteriously vanished under...
The water is crystal clear and blue-tinged ..
Might it be the secret Entrance to the center of the Earth?!

I will keep you posted of any development as it comes to pass.