Again it is the one painting in the Lehnbachhaus that catches some special attention, fascination and wondering …
It simply says Children on the Balcony (by Albert Burkart) though our question is if these are children or – if it is about maturing, being able to look over the fence, preparing for the stage where the fence does not exist anymore … –
Man only plays when in the full meaning of the word he is a man, and he is only completely a man when he plays.
Yes, you are right
– and I ask
Do we need the birds-eye, the ease of the flight to reach such independence – an independence that only exists through the complete sintesi – a state of conflation and consolidation?
Marc was not able to see that this flight would bring him only to death – he may have thought of a peaceful merger, the merge towards peace, the two pieces fighting with each other for a while …
Colours as deceiving interims, though appropriating after some time the essence, ignorant when it comes to the need to communicate, to apply different, i.e. substantial criteria.
From where can we take them? Now I am the one to quote Schiller – again from the Letters On the Aesthetic Education of Man
The greater part of men are much too exhausted and enervated by their struggle with want to be able to engage in a new and severe contest with error. Satisfied if they themselves can escape from the hard labour of thought, they willingly abandon to others the guardianship of their thoughts.
And I add: the greater part is not able any more to dance, at least to dance the dance of the sintesi.
On the way back, passing the King’s Square, the former headquarter of the Fascist murderers that accommodates today a school for music and theatre (“Hochschule für Musik und Theater München”) we arrive at the back of the Old Pinakothek – today the place for free play, the place for free play today … – The freedom, registered as association according German law, once per year, between 14:00 and 18:00 hrs – the lawn is nicely cut, fresh .., one can still smell what The Grim, the man with the scythe revealed, a sweet odour of decay …
… indeed, there’s nothing like starting young …
The way to reach free play, the state of free of play, constraint by bubbles
And true too:
… indeed, there’s nothing like starting young to reach wisdom ….
Age .. here it has to accept the responsibility – accepting what we may call Schiller’s paradox
It would be necessary that they should be already sages to love wisdom: a truth that was felt at once by him to whom philosophy owes its name.
Shall we … – the sun is too tempting … – we sit down … with the ease of true playfulness.