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Can a landscape become a teacher? What is the nature of clarity?

Pericles Giannopoulos, Divine Appearances: the Greek Line & the Greek Color

 

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            Go there, no matter whether it is a dry cloudless pink break of day, or a midday full of light, or better, three hours before sunset, when all are read clearer and simpler by the uninitiated eyes. Stay there two, three, four, even five hours. There will be no harm to you for just once. It is so nice, so delightful for someone to sit on the mother soil, caressing the herbs and beautiful stones, with which so fast becomes one body. Stay just there with no thought, no purpose, set your soul free to be amused by the watched toys and your mind to photograph into its dark room the hills, sea sides, waters, snows, colors, whatever is seen.

            What do you see?

            A whole world.

            And of this world everything is fine, dry, and every single thing is colorful. With your eyes follow your fingers caressing the soil. Dry soil, light, scraped, frivolous, segments of multicolor stones, even segments of pottery of a segmented world often. Be more careful; a plant hardly visible, just getting up to the surface, smallest, slenderest, multicolor, hardly seen if it is dry or fresh. Observe the more visible ones, the small stones near you, the grass. Every tiny stone, grass, standing nicely, figured very clearly, projecting its own figure like a person, like a man. Every piece of grass from its root up to its fluff, up to its last ray, all quite visible to the eye. Every tiny stone, piece of grass, small flower, plant, bush, figures so clearly, is so much distinguished, differs so much, shows its existence, its personality, so that every tiny stone, piece of grass, is like every Mr. A, like every Mr. B.

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                Cf. Images of Greece * Oscar Wilde, I stood upon the soil of Greece at last! * Jules Verne, Not anyone can see Naxos on the moon! * Mark Twain, Seeing Athens by stealth and moonlight * W. Davis, The Physical Setting of Athens