It was not born as an article. Only as an initiative on social media. #whatyoumiss . What you’re missing….
At the temple there is a poem entitled “lack” engraved in stone. There are three words, but the poet has deleted them. You cannot read the lack. Just warn it.
What are you missing now that life as we knew it has changed? There is no equal answer for everyone and answering in a social dimension was certainly easier, faster, perhaps even more fun. And it took more voices. But this sentence deserves some reflection.
Specially chosen without question mark, as it is not a question, but an affirmation.
To miss something is to regret it. To feel that we haven’t spent enough time with it. We want to do it or still have it. Very common feeling. which derives from the fact that in essence the human being is not an entity that is satisfied. But after all, wanting to see the loved ones, relatives, friends, distant parents, is not for selfish people, but for affectionate people. True! They say that “to miss means to already belong” This is also true.
Freud argued that the lack of the lost object develops for something that we never actually had. He may have right.
Lacan, on the other hand, proposed that man is not related to the other subject, but to the small object. A man. a materialist. I am not digressive as Freud and nor “accusative” like Lacan. And I admit with great serenity that among the things I miss there are also “material” things, futile things, even superficial. But, with great surprise I realized that it was the things that made my life, that life. Nothing that went further. Simply, the things that I had and that I don’t have now. And that maybe we took for granted.
That’s why I thought about #whatyoumiss. Because everything can be translated with a scene. Theater is a metaphor for life. And the canvases, the drawings, the works of which we try to write here, are small stages of which we try to tell a little more. So, what I miss, these works describe it
I miss my family, since it is far away. And Michelangelo, in this original canvas, still superbly preserved, describes a unique Holy Family scene. In addition to the discourse of accentuated musculature, of the “pagan” scene in the background that refers to the Greek style and the twists, the artist’s identification code, there is more: it’s one of the few Holy Families in which all the components touch each other. Contact indicates mass and exudes strength. But also love.
Who does not lack friends… Having fun, spending time together, laughing. Friends are the relatives you choose. This scene of a party in Paris, under a sun that filters through the trees, has always been a work of exquisite finesse (Renoir makes the most beautiful women ever, among the Impressionists), details of the time (those straw hats they are adorable!), serenity and joie de vivre. This kind of quality time, I suppose, misses to everyone #whatyoumiss
My professor asked me to draw this picture as a task in middle school. Its simplicity makes it, in my opinion, a sound work. Although it is a metaphysical landscape, of the mind, a scene impossible in many ways, I have rarely seen a scene in which I heard more the sound of the sea, the wind and the seagulls in the distance. The two lateral openings are closed fifths, which channel the eye’s attention towards the promontory. Who wouldn’t miss going to a place like this? #whatyoumiss
Love for dance was born as a spectator from childhood. But as a “real” dancer, for about seven years. Dance is something I miss immensely … and nobody paints dancers like Degas. In this work, the first dancer moves alone, regardless of the audience (invisible to us) and the others behind the scenes. It looks like a dance in a dream, unlike the other scenes, in which Degas well represents the details of the clothes, arms and legs, up to the classy polished parquet. Here everything is an indistinct sea of brush strokes that do not give body but air in movement.
Wine should not be missing, as supermarkets have always been open. However, for reasons that I AM NOT explaining to you, I miss to drink a glass of really good wine. Perhaps what is really missing is the conviviality of drinking wine, the company, the special occasion. Not as in the work of the German master Amberg, an expert in interior scenes, in which the impertinent waitress drinks what remains without being seen. Wine is not this: but the stage of this painting is truly evocative.
When I thought about what travel could remind me of, I saw the “closed” conditions of some kind of flights… I thought about this work, its dusty power, its ability to transmit sensations, as well as images. That you hear the whistle of the train, you feel the sweat of the other travelers, that you seem to touch the straw of the lady’s basket. I think about the three figures in the foreground seem to suggest the three ages of the man (indeed, four since there is a newborn baby). That, traveling is a luxury, but also a necessity. Everyone, sooner or later, moves. And traveling helps. And I miss this… #whatyoumiss
If dance is a new love, swimming is permanent one. David Hockney’s radiant, chic and even mysterious scenes contain the detail of the lack of swimming. Its pools, apparently, are light and pleasant settings, reminiscent of summer and which make one think of relaxation and fun. But the swimming pool is a metaphor for how his work is anything but calm. A swimming pool looks like a placid place to swim in peace, but its water, although “closed”, is always mobile, its bottom slides softly and you have to take care of it so that it doesn’t become muddy. An esthete of silent dialogue, although pop.
Call me superficial if you want, but I challenge any woman to say that at least she doesn’t miss going to do something for her beauty, her appearance or just her maintenance. Even the most rigorous woman or the most careless man, he will need to cut his hair at some point. The absolute beauty of this lady from the Japanese Edo period is a perfect and captivating synthesis. The idea that even putting makeup on your face with this image seems like a magical ritual, an action dedicated to care and not to haste.
9: EAT IN A GOOD RESTAURANT
Here too, if you tell me that going to eat a pizza, a sushi or going to your favorite restaurant is not missing, I don’t believe you. The restaurant is the pleasure of eating but also the pleasure of conviviality or spending time with the people you like, among people. Even in the sixteenth century people went to the tavern and Annibale Carracci represents it in an exemplary way. It is not for nothing that this painting is used as an emblem of the cooking manuals. The details of the food are perfect. Also the gaze of the gentleman who is about to put the beans in his mouth and look at us (or the artist) and he seems to be saying “Do you need something?” it is better than a photograph!
10: VISITING GALLERIES, MUSEUM AND ART EXHIBITION
Well, It is superficial to explain why I miss this kind of activity…
Fortunately, I can write again.
I miss these things. And you?
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