Monday, 16 November 2009

A Mon Seul Désir


Tradition required medieval tapestries eschew perfection reserved for God, so an intentional error was woven into each tapestry. There is divine precedent for imperfect pictures.

Whenever great tapestries were made in the past, the creator had to drop a stitch.  Why?  Because to be perfect was sacrilege; blashphemous even.  Only the Almighty Lord could be perfect, and although in God perfection can be found, to attempt perfection would be a direct insult to his authority.

The tapestry above is called 'A Mon Seul Désir', or in English; 'to my soul desire'. It is a part of a series of tapestries which represent the five senses; taste, touch, smell, hearing, sight. I suppose the creator (or perhaps more pertinently, the sponsor Jean La Viste), felt love was an equally important aspect of living. Taste, touch, smell, hearing, sight and love. This is an old 15th century French tapestry, and a bit irrelevant but worth a mention.

As I said above; many great tapestries have a stictch dropped; perfection is sacrilege, a power ascribing only the God. My point? Well, as you can ascertain; nothing is perfect. Nothing. Not our artwork, our governments, our Politics, our states, anything at all. And certainly not people. People are not perfect. You are not perfect and neither am I. We are not perfect.

Sometimes we (okay, I) get obsessed about something or someone; we see them as perfect. Amazing, so talented, so funny, so amusing, so smart, so good looking, etc etc etc etc... he's perfect. Nah, he's not. He's really not. No one is. They never are. Your boyfriend/girlfriend, lover, wife, SO, whoever... they're not perfect. Not at all, even remotely. You should really get
that.


Okay, actually the second person prose is a ruse.  This is more of a note to self, then anything of any use to anyone else.

I think I overcompensate in others; I see so little good in myself I tend to see too much in others.  I'm such a lame human being, so pointless.  Anyone else not like me must surely be a positive.  I overcompensate.


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