The Art of Intimacy

So often, I’m struck by a painting or poem that brings up a felt sense of some aspect of life that is deeply meaningful to me.

Rumi, when he speaks of two kinds of intelligence, speaks in my language, as if he were a contemporary instead of someone who lived several centuries ago. The Chess Players by Retzch, reminds me of times in my own life when I “innocently” made a deal with the devil. The friendship that develops between the female characters in Midsummer Night’s Dream turns what might otherwise be sordid and hopeless into light hearted and hopeful.

How often has that happened in your life? Where that intimate connection, of caring or consideration from a friend or stranger, turned pain into pleasure. Something to cherish and remember.

I know that when I’m feeling especially sad, or fearful, or anxious, I look for something in the world of art to remind me that someone else understands what I’m feeling, and that they turned this despair, or fear or sadness into something beautiful.

As a plug for a friend, a particularly intimate version of Midsummer Night’s Dream is playing in Toronto this month in Toronto.


Quote of the Week
I have a very, very good relationship with 10 percent of the audience. The only purpose of art is intimacy. That is the only point. -David Hare

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