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No. 188. Jerome in His Study. He had begun collecting spaces--representations (either in paintings, photographs or in writing) of those places that made him feel secure, focused, expansive and content. He was continually enriched in this long meditation by his decades of reading and rereading Gaston Bachelard--his The Poetics of Space (1964) in particular.

He was always cognizant, in his searches, of the difficulty, for example, of what Bachelard refers to as making the inside of a space concrete and keeping the outside vast. In his architectural daydreaming, he longed, for example, for a cell-like space which was nevertheless not a confinement. He sought a place that nourished what poet Paul Eluard once called "the solemn geographies of human limits."

One of the spaces he loved--a fictive one--was the Saint's library in the painting St. Jerome in His Study by Antonello da Messina (1430-1479). An enclosure within an enclosure, Jerome's study is depicted here not so much as a room as a stage. Jerome has company in his orisons: a partridge, a peacock, a cat and of course, way over at the right, almost lost in shadow, his iconic lion--the one from whose paw, Jerome once thoughtfully removed a thorn.

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No. 187. Tough Questions.

“And now what will you paint?”
asked the banshee critic.

“Whatever I find
in the pockets of my mind,”
he replied.

“And what if there’s nothing there
but the lint of old possibilities,
or the flotsam of discarded
ideas?”

“I will work with
whatever is there.”

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No. 186. Wandering Rocks. Caught between a rock and a soft place.

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No. 185. Gigantic Berlioz. He needed a break from tilling the visual fields and felt that a limited sojourn in music might be restorative. To that end, he decided he would try to learn the music of the French arch-romantic composer, Hector Berlioz (1803-1869). The pursuit swiftly turned from a dalliance into something close to an obsession. He hadn't known much of Berlioz's music--just the Roman Carnival Overture and the infamous and inescapable Symphonie Fantastique--but he now intended to learn it all, even the composer's almost indigestible opera, Les Troyens (The Trojans)--which was eight acts long in its original incarnation..

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