Open to interpretation. So interpret away....Plateaus and language games and synchronicities, affect and immanence and the navel of the dream.
Tuesday, November 29, 2011
The Dream's Navel
I'm ecstatic at finding this moment of no-can-do in Freud: The dream's navel. The place where there is such a confluence of imagery and idea that sorting through it, finding the analytic key, is stymied. Is it a verge on the ineffable? The immanent? Most writers on this point say he was marking a limit on his own ability in a given analysis, noting that some dream mysteries need time to ripen into meaning. Either way, this is a happy find for me. Especially as my mate moves into this new phase of drawing these lovely singular visions of flower/plant unfurling. He tends to depict that place the blossom began--the navel of the blossom? It's beautiful, the vibrations of the plant's being and the air around it and the apprehension of our gaze falling upon it like light but then not like light.....The navel of the dream. Dave once asked me, not in quite so specific terms, when/how my approach stopped being "navel-gazing" and my answer was a story. I don't remember the story! But I remember that all I could do in that moment was illustrate the bridge between self-understanding and understanding itself.
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