“A few hours’ mountain climbing turns a rogue and a saint into two roughly equal creatures.” Nietzsche
In this series or trinity of oil paintings, Everywhere, There, Here (they are three individuals but one at the same time), I turn my attention to one of my favourite topics: perspective in all its ambiguous glory. I mean by this primarily:
“a particular attitude towards, or a way of regarding something; a point of view”, while also, less consciously embracing its function as, “the art of representing three-dimensional objects on a two-dimensional surface”.
Where better to ponder such lofty Irish questions than from a mountain top. The one depicted in my paintings is ‘Mweelrea’ (meaning “smooth bald hill”, approx. 814m), the highest in Connaught and brilliantly wild place I have being fortunate enough to go hillwalking in. If you are lucky enough to get a good day, the seductive hills, hues, lakes and valleys of the Connemara (Irish-speaking areas of western County Galway) landscape can be seen for miles, to its Atlantic shore.
I find that mountains offer or even encourage meditations on one’s perspective, whether it is the physical size of the landscape in relation to yourself- which may get you to question your role in the grand wholesale nfl jerseys cosmic scheme of things, or having a bird’s eye view of the valleys and villages below, causing you to reconsider human ingenuity or its impact on its environment. Mountains by their nature arephysical challenges and can turn the inquisitive mind on itself, asking, can I do this? Why am I doing this?
Whether it’s Nietzsche’s, Zarathustra, experiencing an epiphany whilst in a cave on a mountain, Wittgenstein logically working it out while watching these very mountains from his Connemara cottage, or even simply a couple of friends on a hillwalking day trip, hills and mountains can be inspiring and wondrous to the mind and the eye. In my paintings, the slightly differing views of the mountain top is the altar where consciousness goes to define itself.