Let’s deviate from heavy terms and back to the “(un)bearable” lightness of being and looking at that beautiful trip to the edge of the Mediterranean.
Of course, I must admit that Mallorca is one of the most beautiful islands in the world. I might just be allowed to wish for some celsius higher in that time of our vacation. It was chilly, and as I am a sun-born child, I would like at least 25′ degrees to spend my holidays, but it came not over 17′ degrees! Yes, I am sensitive. 😉
However, we made the best of it; we reserved a rental car upon our arrival at the hotel for four days and did a review touristically trip out of it. Also, we were on the way every day. We wanted first to travel by a famous old train, which should run towards the north. Still, after two days of trying to get the ticket (we have been attempting through the sales counter), we finally found out that it should only be possible in a digital way: we are too old to be digitalized!
But we had a car; therefore, let the gas pedal speaks, and the cathedrals are calling;
That is the Cathedral in Palma, the capital city of Mallorca. We were not inside (a crowd waiting for the entry ticket!) There were some other cathedrals to go inside much easier. 😉😎
So that’s it; I’m still waiting for my wife’s pictures! Have a lovely weekend, everybody. ✌🌺🙏💖🙏
The masks: I use them indeed in the whole of my life, not like the people of their adult age after they lost their childish innocence. I had learned it when I was a child; I had learned to look the way people wanted to see me, to make them happy! It may be the trauma in my childhood that caused it. However, it caused that I needed time to find my real personality, my real I.
This subject got clear in my mind when my brother Al brought it into our regular meetings with friends. I remember well those days; we had regular psychological meetings (with Al and me, in our apartment) with friends, with a bit of vodka included! Al has put in this theme about masks in one of them. I don’t know where he had this from, although I could bet that he got it from Dr Jung. Anyway, it was a surprise and, at the same time, a fascinating issue for us to talk about. Masks are something we use every day without being aware of it.
He claimed that we even have many different masks in different situations. Of course, at first, our young friends refused to wear any masks, or better to say, they didn’t want to believe they were doing it. But Al, after asking some questions (in the Socratic method!), we all had to admit that we do use it.
I believe and am convinced that this issue is significant and will help us know our inner behaviours; I always thought it was good to observe myself from above! Here I should reference Dr Jung again to understand the subject better. We will understand how the man can unconsciously make a fool of himself and cause suffering to women. Of course, it is an extended argumentation; I have tried to shorten it. 💖
Translated from “Die Beziehungen Zwischen Dem Ich Und Dem Unbewussten” (The Relations Between The I And The Unconscious) C.G. Jung; Individuation, Anima & Animus. “Anima, animus and the role of man!“
There is an inherited collective image of the woman in man’s subconscious, with the help of which he grasps the essence of the woman. This inherited image is the third primary source of the soul’s femininity.
In the Eastern perspective, the concept of the anima, as we have presented it here, is missing, and logically the concept of a persona is also missing. This is by no means accidental because, as I indicated above, there is a compensatory relationship between persona and anima.
The persona is an intricate system of relationships between the individual consciousness and society, suitably a kind of mask designed on the one hand to make a particular impression on others and, on the other hand, to conceal the true nature of the individual. The latter is superfluous and can only be asserted by someone who is so identical to his persona that he no longer knows himself, and the former is unnecessary and can only be imagined by someone unaware of the true nature of his fellow human beings. Society expects, yes, it must expect every individual to play the role intended for him as ultimately as possible so that someone who is a pastor not only objectively carries out his official functions but also otherwise at all times and under all circumstances, the role of the pastors play without hesitation. The firm requires this as a form of security; each must stand in his place; one is a shoemaker, the other is a poet. He is not expected to be both. It’s also not advisable to be both because that would be a bit spooky. Such a person would be “different” from other people and not entirely reliable. In the academic world, he would be a “dilettante”, politically an “unpredictable” figure, religiously a “freethinker”; in short, he would be suspected of being unreliable and inadmissible, for the society is convinced that only the shoemaker, who is not a poet, is to provide expertly correct shoes. The unambiguousness of the personal appearance is a practically important thing; the average person known to the society must already have his head on one thing to be able to accomplish something worthwhile, two of which would be too much for him.
Our law firm is undoubtedly attuned to such ideals. It’s no wonder, then, that anyone who wants to achieve anything needs to keep these expectations in mind. Of course, as an individual, no one could fully live up to these expectations, so the construction of an artificial personality becomes an unavoidable necessity.
The demands of decency and good manners do the rest to motivate a wholesome mask. Behind the mask then arises what is called >private life<. This well-known separation of consciousness into two often ridiculously different figures is a drastic psychological operation that cannot remain without consequences for the unconscious. The construction of a collectively appropriate persona involves a tremendous concession to the outside world, true self-sacrifice that forces the ego straight into identification with the persona so that there really are people who believe they are what they represent.
The soullessness of such an attitude is only apparent, for the unconscious will under no circumstances endure such a shift in a heavy emphasis. Looking critically at such cases, we discover that the excellent mask is internally compensated by a private life. The pious Drummond once complained that ‘bad temper is the vice of the pious’. Of course, whoever builds up a positive persona reaps an irritable mood. Bismarck had hysterical fits of crying, Wagner a correspondence about silk dressing gowns, Nietzsche wrote letters to a “dear lama,” Goethe had conversations with Eckermann, and so on. But there are more sophisticated things than the banal “lapses” of the heroes. I once acquainted a venerable man – one could without difficulty call him a saint – I walked about him for three days. I could nowhere discover the inadmissibility of the mortal in him. My sense of inferiority was becoming threatening, and I was already beginning to think seriously about improving myself. But on the fourth day, his wife consulted me… Nothing similar has happened to me since then. But I learned from this that someone who becomes one with his persona can let his wife represent everything disturbing without the latter noticing, but she pays for her self-sacrifice with a severe neurosis.
I might look forward to sharing another part of this fascinating book. Thank you for being there. 🙏💖🙏
You undoubtedly know that I have a particular love for Dr Jung, though you might wonder why I write from him now more often. That is because, on Facebook, I have recently, by some adorable friends, been upgraded! It might be not such great news, but at least it is a great encouragement for me to work it out. Of course, I have also noticed that it is not an as easy job!
The illustration above is a version that Brother Niklaus von Flüe had to have seen and got the image on the wall of his cell. “”The prototype of a mystic across religious-denominational divisions. Brother Klaus is “the only outstanding Swiss mystic by the grace of God, who had unorthodox primal visions and was able to look unperturbed into the depths of that divine soul, which still contains all denominations of mankind separated by dogmatics united in a symbolic archetype””. C.G. Jung: Brother Klaus. In: Neue Schweizer Rundschau, Neue Serie I/4 (1933), quoted from: On the Psychology of Eastern and Western Religion, Collected Works 11, § 487.
Jung said: “‘God’ is a primal experience of man, and from time immemorial, mankind has made an incredible effort to represent this incomprehensible experience, to assimilate it, through interpretation, through speculation and through dogma, or to deny it”. (C.G. Jung: Brother Klaus. Quoted from: Collected Works, 11, § 480.)
And Dr Jung, as he himself was an extraordinary visioner, mentioned this in his book, “Archetypes.” (Archetypen) He wrote:
What is meant by the archetype is clearly stated by its relation to myth, secret doctrine, and fairy tales just explained. On the other hand, things get more complicated if we try to understand psychologically what an archetype is. Research into myths has always been content with solar, lunar, meteorological, vegetation and other auxiliary ideas. The fact that myths are primarily psychological manifestations that represent the soul’s essence has hardly been accepted up to now.
Why is psychology the very youngest of the empirical sciences? Why hasn’t one discovered the unconscious long ago and raised its treasure trove of eternal images? Relatively simply not because we had a religious formula for all things of the soul that is far more beautiful and comprehensive than direct experience. If the Christian world’s vision has faded for many, the symbolic treasure troves of the East are still full of miracles, which can nourish the desire to look around, and at new clothes for a long time to come. Moreover, these images – be they Christian or Buddhist or anything else – are beautiful, mysterious and foreboding. Admittedly, the more familiar they are to us, the more frequent use has worn them down so that only their banal externality has remained in its almost meaningless paradox. The mystery of the virgin birth, or the Homoousian of the son with the father, or the trinity that is not a triad, no longer inspires philosophical imagination. They have become mere objects of belief. It is not surprising, therefore, if the religious need, the pious mind, and the philosophical speculation of the educated European should be drawn to the symbols of the East, to the grandiose conceptions of divinity in India, and to the abysses of Taoist philosophy in China, as the mind and spirit once were the spirit of ancient man has been caught up in Christian ideas. There are many who first gave themselves over to the influence of the Christian symbol until they became entangled in Kierkegaardian (Kierkegaard) neurosis, or until their relationship to God, as a result of an increasing impoverishment of symbolism, developed into an intolerably acute “I-Thou” relationship, then to succumb to the magic of the fresh strangeness of Eastern symbols.
It is not enough for the primitive to see the sunrise and set. Still, this external observation must at the same time also be a mental event, i.e. the sun in its transformation must represent the fate of a god or hero who, basically, is nowhere dwells differently than in the human soul…
What I mean is probably best illustrated with the example of a Swiss mystic and hermit, the recently canonised Brother Niklaus von Flüe. Probably his most important experience was the so-called Trinity Vision, which engaged him so much that he painted it or had let it paint on the wall of his cell.
The vision is depicted in a contemporary painting preserved in the parish church of Sachseln: It is a mandala divided into six, the centre of which is the crowned face of God. We know that Brother Klaus used the illustrated booklet of a German mystic to research the nature of his vision and tried to bring his primal experience into a form he could understand. He dealt with that for years. This is what I refer to as >editing< the icon. His reflections on the nature of the vision, influenced by the mystical diagrams of his guide, necessarily led to the conclusion that he must have seen the Holy Trinity himself, that is, the >summum bonum<, eternal love itself. The clarified representation in Sachseln also corresponds to this.
That is an abstract or summary of C. G. Jung; “Archetypen; Urbilder und Wirkkräfte des Kollektiven Unbewussten. (Archetypes; archetypes and influential forces of the collective unconscious.)
In the Old Kingdom, Hathor was not only one of the Egyptian Goddesses but also an essential one like Isis after her in the New Kingdom. As we can read here:
Hathor (Ancient Egyptian: ḥwt-ḥr, lit. ‘House of Horus’, Ancient Greek: Ἁθώρ Hathōr, Coptic: ϩⲁⲑⲱⲣ) was a major goddess in ancient Egyptian religion who played a wide variety of roles. As a sky deity, she was the mother or consort of the sky god Horus and the sun godRa, both of whom were connected with kingship, and thus she was the symbolic mother of their earthly representatives, the pharaohs. She was one of several goddesses who acted as the Eye of Ra, Ra’s feminine counterpart, and in this form, she had a vengeful aspect that protected him from his enemies. Her beneficent side represented music, dance, joy, love, sexuality, and maternal care, and she acted as the consort of several male deities and the mother of their sons. These two aspects of the goddess exemplified the Egyptian conception of femininity. Hathor crossed boundaries between worlds, helping deceased souls in the transition to the afterlife.
Hathor was often depicted as a cow, symbolising her maternal and celestial aspect, although her most common form was a woman wearing a headdress of cow horns and a sun disk. She could also be represented as a lioness, cobra, or sycamore tree.
Cattle goddesses similar to Hathor were portrayed in Egyptian art in the fourth millennium BC, but they may not have appeared until the Old Kingdom (c. 2686–2181 BC). With the patronage of Old Kingdom rulers, she became one of Egypt’s most important deities. More temples were dedicated to her than any other goddess; her most prominent temple was Dendera in Upper Egypt. She was also worshipped in the temples of her male consorts. The Egyptians connected her with foreign lands such as Nubia and Canaan and their valuable goods, such as incense and semiprecious stones. Some of the people in those lands adopted her worship. In Egypt, she was one of the deities commonly invoked in private prayers and votive offerings, particularly by women desiring children.
During the New Kingdom (c. 1550–1070 BC), goddesses such as Mut and Isis encroached on Hathor’s position in royal ideology, but she remained one of the most widely worshipped deities. After the end of the New Kingdom, Hathor was increasingly overshadowed by Isis. Still, she continued to be venerated until the extinction of ancient Egyptian religion in the early centuries AD. Wikipedia
Hathor, Egyptian goddess, sky deity with sun, cow horns. Ancient Egyptian god illustration. Premium Vector
Barely 11 cm high, dated to the XXVIth dynasty, this fragment of Hathoric sistrum is made of faience in a soft and icy blue. The Louvre website specifies what this “Egyptian” earthenware is: it is a: “siliceous ceramic product, that is to say, based on quartz (grains of sand, for example) and not ‘clay. The glaze of the surface is mainly blue-green, obtained from copper oxide.’ The shaping of the object is done: “cold either by the technique of modelling or by the technique of moulding”. The cooking takes place at around 900-1000°C. Over the centuries, the artisans of antiquity achieved a very high degree of mastery of this process.
The goddess wears a heavy straight wig, “which seems most common in the late period”, and whose hair texture is evidenced by fine regular streaks. It covers a good part of his forehead and then leaves in two thick masses, rejected behind the ears and back to frame the cheeks. The hairstyle is adorned – or disciplined – in five places by a triple ribbon.
Its cow’s ears are rounded, folded, striated in their interior, and released from the head. The face, perfectly symmetrical, is almost triangular, broad at the level of the cheeks, then narrower going towards the chin, which is gently rounded. The eyes are nicely treated, elegantly stretched by a line of makeup that matches the shape and length of the eyebrows. The nose, with marked nostrils, is of ideal proportions. As for the mouth with hemmed lips, it is relatively small.
Her neck is adorned with a comprehensive and voluminous usekh necklace with multiple rows. As if placed on this finery, an erect uraeus goes up on each side of the head, crowned with the solar disc.
On the top of her skull rests a cornice punctuated by vertical lines. It supports the representation of a naos or sanctuary. The centre is hollowed out, except for the presence, in the very centre, of an upright uraeus, sculpted in relief.
The top of the sistrum, as well as the handle, are missing.
Earthenware being a brittle material, one is entitled to wonder how these fragile instruments could be shaken and agitated to produce their sounds in a sustained rhythm. The Metropolitan Museum of Art in New York, on its website- which has several and somewhat similar examples of this type of sistrum -, puts forward the following hypothesis: “they could have been designed as gifts to a deity rather than as instruments that would have been used often by man. Because they would prove too fragile for frequent use”.
The sistrum is undoubtedly the musical instrument most closely linked to pharaonic Egypt. It is, in particular with the menat, one of the attributes of Hathor, essential divinity of the Egyptian pantheon. “Goddess of love and joy, she is the patroness of music. She embodies eros which allows the perpetual renewal of all forms of life, plant, animal, human and divine. She is the celestial mother” (Isabelle Franco).
If her aspects are multiple, she is most often represented as here, a woman with the ears of a cow wearing a voluminous wig (sometimes surmounted by a naos, horns and a solar disc) or in the form of a cow.
Sistrum with the head of Hathor represented on the walls of the Temple of Abydos.
Thus, the rattling sound that the sistrum emits when it is agitated is supposed to reproduce that which it engenders, in its form of a cow, when it walks in the thickets of papyrus. Another interpretation “links its use to the rite of ‘tearing up the papyri’, originally reserved for the Hathoric cult”.
The ringing of the sistrum is adorned with magical virtues: it can appease the gods, attract their protection and ward off evil spirits. And, if ritualistic priests wave it during ceremonies, it is more generally a “feminine” instrument.
In the study “Petrified Sound and Digital Color: A Hathor Column in the New Ptolemaic Galleries”, published in August 2016 by the Metropolitan Museum of Art, Dieter Arnold, Ann Heywood and Sara Chen develop this fascinating interpretation: “The instrument of music so characteristically represented the goddess that it inspired temple builders of the 18th dynasty to use columns in the form of this emblem in temples of female deities. The basic structure of the sistrum capital also appears in many variations and combinations with other forms of capitals on columns and square pillars. Such rows of sistrum columns could also be understood as a kind of “petrified sound barrier”, softly playing music around the sanctuary of Hathor and magically evoking the appearance of the goddess.”
It was thanks to the generosity of Count Michel Tyskiewicz that this fragment of sistrum joined the collections of the Louvre in 1862, where it was referenced E 3668. This archaeologist and great Polish collector of the second half of the 19th century, who even counted among his customers Napoleon III, settled in France and Italy after leaving his native land and devoted himself entirely to his passion.
Count Michael Tyszkiewicz, donator of one hundred and ninety-six Egyptian antiquities to the Louvre Museum
In “Notes and Memories of an Old Collector – My Egyptian Collection”, the Count recalls: “I spent the winter from 1860 to 1861 in Egypt, making excavations at Sakkara, Karnak and Thebes; I had occasion, at the same time, to acquire two collections in Cairo, the most important of which was that of Dr Meymar. Wishing to make a gift to the Boulaq Museum, I chose, for this purpose, a beautiful basalt statue representing a young man standing, dressed in schenti. This statue was sent by the Egyptian government, with other important works, to the Paris Exhibition in 1867, where I had the pleasure of seeing it again. In 1869, I revisited the Boulaq Museum two years later: the statue had disappeared. Returning to Paris in the spring of 1861, I brought there many cases of antiquities. After unpacking everything, I invited MM. de Rougé and de Longpérier to come and see my collection. These two scholars pointed out that it contained several significant objects, the like of which were missing from the Louvre series; the conclusion of their speeches and the compliments they mixed with them was a purchase proposal in the name of the Museum. I refused to sell but was pleased to offer everything as a gift. The next day, the employees of the Louvre came to pack and move my objects.
His generosity thus made him known throughout the world: “thanks to his donation of one hundred and ninety-six Egyptian antiquities to the Louvre Museum, … his name is engraved among the greatest donors of the museum in the Rotunda of Apollo”.
Petrified Sound and Digital Color: A Hathor Column in the New Ptolemaic Galleries, August 12, 2016, Dieter Arnold, Curator, Department of Egyptian Art; Ann Heywood, Curator, Department of Objects Conservation; and Sara Chen, Draftsperson, Department of Egyptian Art
As I caught a bit cold, 🥶I started my second story but somehow got stuck.😬 Therefore, I took a hand from Dr Jung to make a short post about dreams and attempts to find inner compromises. 💖🌹🙏
Die praktische verwendbarkeit der traumanalyse; (The practical use of dream analysis) From: Traum und Traumdeutung.
The fundamental error with regard to the nature of the unconscious is probably that one generally assumes that its contents are unambiguous and provided with unchangeable signs. In my opinion, this view is too naive. As a self-regulating system, the soul is balanced like the life of the body. For all excessive processes, there are immediate and inevitable compensations; without them, there would be neither a normal metabolism nor a normal psyche. In this sense, one can explain the theory of compensation as a basic rule for psychological behaviour in general. Too little here creates too much there. So the relationship between conscious and unconscious is a compensatory one. This is one of the best-established rules of crafting in dream interpretation. We can always usefully raise the question in the practical interpretation of dreams: Which conscious attitude is compensated by the dream?
Concerning Chopin in my previous post, I wish everybody a “healthy” weekend. 😉🌹💖
Mallorca is one of the Spanish Balearic Islands in the Mediterranean Sea. It is known for its bathing resorts, sheltered coves, limestone mountains, and remains from Roman and Moorish times. Although, here in Germany, it has had its fame through Balermanns parties that the german young and older adults have hosted in a part of this beautiful island. Ballermann parties were the favourite funs only for drinking (Boozing), but they were finally reduced (because of exaggerations) considerably by the Spanish government. I didn’t want to travel there, but Regina, my wife, told me it’d be far away from such scenes and had nothing to worry about those parties.
Of course, I must say that we maybe could name Mallorca the seventeenth state of BRD (Bundesrepublik Deutschland) because almost all the Spanish residents there speak German! Although it was not so pleasant for me because I would prefer, when I take a journey to spend my holidays, I like to see and experience something different, including another language. You know, it is nice to live in Germany, but I sometimes need a break!
Anyway, let me begin my travel report with a remarkable encounter with an uncommercial loving pair: George Sand and Frédéric Chopin.
Mallorca is a lovely island to view and enjoy, but for me, such discoveries of such famous artists and geniuses are consistently ranked first. And with my luck, Regina, my adorable wife, cares about it; she was the one who told me that in Palma, the capital city of Mallorca, is a Chopin museum. It wasn’t easy to find out where it was, the signage was not clear, and google guide failed to find it. But finally, we reached the house. To my surprise, it was almost empty and wasn’t that crowded when we went in. I thought, well, it’s a pity that people aren’t that interested, but it was good to look at everything in peace.
Chopin and Sand spent almost nine years together and eventually ended their relationship. This was very unfortunate for Chopin because she protected and nursed the increasingly consumptive and irritable composer while attending to his every whim. In early 1837, Chopin fell seriously ill, and I was just stunned by how hard it could be for George Sand, as she was an artist herself and her challenge to care about her own artistic activity. However, the separation from George Sand and his ill health broke Chopin.
Amantine Lucile Aurore Dupin; 1 July 1804 – 8 June 1876), best known by her pen name George Sand, was a French novelist, memoirist, and journalist. One of the most popular writers in Europe in her lifetime, being more renowned than both Victor Hugo and Honoré de Balzac in England in the 1830s and 1840s, Sand is recognised as one of the most notable writers of the European Romantic era. Wikipedia
She had chosen a masculine name; she couldn’t work her arts with her female name; why? Because we men were fools and are still! We have never recognised, and still never will, what a precious worthy jewel in the form of the feminine we could have as a gift and emotional teacher, but we hide in our stupid arrogance and remain blind!
She was not only a writer but had her own newspaper and wrote literary criticism, siding with the poor and working-class and women’s rights. Victor Hugo said in his eulogy at her funeral, “the lyre was within her.”
In this country, whose law is to complete the French Revolution and begin equality of the sexes, being a part of the equality of men, a great woman was needed. It was necessary to prove that a woman could have all the manly gifts without losing any of her angelic qualities, be strong without ceasing to be tender … George Sand proved it. — Victor Hugo, Les funérailles de George Sand
In the evening, when we rested at home. I turned the TV on and suddenly saw a report of one of her masterworks; Gabriel, which is currently were, or still is, performing on the stage in Stadttheater Karlsruhe, Germany. >In George Sand’s play Gabriel (1839), the eponymous hero is a woman who has been raised and educated as a boy by “his” tutor, Father Chiavari, in seventeenth-century Italy.<
Here are some pics from this “small in place but large in senses” museum. However, it was the lovely home of the two.
So it was a so-called high point (for me). I will share more about the landscape with other high and low points in the next post.
When I got to know Friedrich Nietzsche, I had never believed that I might have some similarities with him until I began to read his Ecce Homo; Behold the Man! It is a book about him himself, his feelings and his view of life.
He once said: Life is worth living, says art! The most beautiful seductress; life is worth being known, says science. He might somehow be misunderstood, as I held him like a rough and coarse man. But when I read this book, I understood that he had an open view of society:
The sentence (from my moral code) reads: The preaching of chastity is a public incitement to the unnatural. Every contempt for sexual life, contamination with the term “unclean”, is the crime itself alive – is the actual sin against the holy spirit of life. Ecce Homo; Why I write good books.
“I have had Caiaphas put in fetters. Also, last year I was crucified by the German doctors in a very drawn-out manner. Wilhelm, Bismarck, and all anti-Semites (must be) abolished.” (Wikipedia)
He loved Zarathustra because he (Zarathustra) said; Don’t follow me! Follow your heart, and find yourself!
On the other hand, he determines as strictly as possible what “man” can be for him alone – not an object of love or even pity – Zarathustra has also become master of the great disgust in man: man is a deformity for him, a substance, an ugly stone, in need of a sculptor.
No longer wanting and no longer appreciating and no longer creating: Oh, if this great weariness always stays away from me!
Even in recognising, I only feel my will’s joy in witnessing and becoming; and if there is innocence in my knowledge, it is because there is the will to spawn in it.
Away from God and Gods, lured me this Will; what could be done if Gods were there?
But he drives me to man, again and again, my more passionate Will to create, so it pushes the hammer towards the stone.
Ah, you people, an image sleeps in the stone, the image of images! Ah, that it must sleep in the hardest, ugliest stone!
Now my hammer rages cruelly against his prison. Pieces dust from the stone: I don’t give a damn!
I want to complete it because a shadow came to me – of all things, the quietest and lightest came to me!
The beauty of the superman came to me like a shadow: what do I care about the gods!…
I have one last point to emphasise: the underlined verse gives rise to this. For a Dionysian task, the hardness of the hammer; the desire itself to destroy are crucial prerequisites. The imperative: ‘Become hard!’ the lowest certainty that all creators are hard, is the real sign of a Dionysian nature.
A silent artist! Alessandro Ricci was a master of imitation of divinity like the craftsmen artisans, even though he had an inner connection to the Gods and Goddesses of Egypt to paint them. Although, he didn’t care to make himself as famous as he had earned.
Because of his unconcern, we find all of his works under the names of Belzoni, Ricci!
Anyway, here is another marvellous work of Marie Grillot to read. 🙏💖🙏
Alessandro Ricci, Doctor-Draughtsman, from Belzoni to Séthi, Bankes to Champollion…
In July 1827, the outline of the Franco-Tuscan expedition to Egypt took shape. This project will receive the consent of King Charles X and the Grand Duke of Tuscany, with the well-defined missions of visiting the monuments of ancient Egypt and buying objects for the royal collections.
Around Jean-François Champollion and Ippolito Rosellini are grouped: “scholars and technicians both French and Italian”. This is how the French team brings together Antoine Bibent, architect; Nestor L’Hôte, Alexandre Duchesne, Pierre Lehoux, Edouard Bertin fils, designers and painters as well as Charles Lenormant, inspector of fine arts.
it is made up of the Tuscan team as follows: the designer Salvador Cherubini, the naturalist Raddi and his trainer Galastri, and the painter Angelelli… And a doctor – draftsman: Alessandro Ricci.
The presence of Alessandro Ricci, “born in Siena of a Florentine father,” a stonemason, is a real blessing for the expedition! Indeed: “apart from his medical profession, Ricci possessed a remarkable quality as a draughtsman, archaeologist and writer; he also had the adventurous ingenuity and the desire for new things which led him to travel”.
His date of birth remains uncertain; if 1795 maybe sometimes announced. This can in no way agree with certain writings presenting him as the expedition veteran “with his forty-five years”; it should be remembered that Jean-François Champollion had “37 and his collaborators, on average, 10 less”.
If he is probably one of the oldest, he is undoubtedly one of those who knows Egypt the best, having travelled through it several times. “Doctor Ricci, an old regular in the country, who thought of the necessary, made all the essential provisions for our trip to Upper Egypt”, relates Jean-François Champollion.
Alessandro Ricci seems to have arrived in Egypt in 1817. After a year devoted exclusively to practising medicine – which he had studied in Siena – he was contacted by Giovanni Battista Belzoni, but this time for his talents as an artist.
Indeed, on October 18, 1817, the Giant of Padua discovered the tomb of Seti I and wished to make a complete statement to publish the plates and drawings and organise an exhibition in London. “I had engaged Signor Ricci, a young man from Italy, very skilled in drawing, and who, with a little practice, became perfect in his imitations of hieroglyphs. He was to begin the drawings of the tomb on his arrival in Thebes .”
Thus: “from February to March, Ricci worked alone in the tomb to copy as many reliefs as possible. On May 10, Belzoni found him in the Valley of the Kings. He was amazed by the work carried out by this artistic doctor, decidedly very talented: most of the large mural paintings of the tomb of Apis (ed.: this was the name then given to KV 17 because its “owner” had not yet been identified) had already been copied, and he was waiting for Giambattista and his cargo of beeswax to take the impressions of all the bas-reliefs. Both camping in this hypogeum, they devoted the whole summer of 1818 to this exhausting task”.
The result was admirable, but it required a lot of skill and patience: “The most challenging thing was to take impressions of the figures without damaging the colours with which they were coated. In counting the life-size figures, I found all one hundred and eighty-two. As for the figures from one to three feet high, I have not counted them, but there could hardly have been less than eight hundred. There were in this tomb about two thousand figures. Hieroglyphics, whose size varied from one to six inches; I copied them all faithfully, with their colours.
It seems that this work is finally finished, the taste for adventure embraces them again… Thus: “After carefully storing drawings and wax prints at the bottom of the tomb, closing the entrance to it with a solid wooden door and left behind a trusted guard, Belzoni and Ricci loaded a boat full of antiquities, which they sent to Cairo. an expedition in the deserts bordering the Red Sea, in search of the ancient city of Berenike…”
At the end of 1818, Ricci was contacted by Sir William John Bankes. As brilliant as he was eccentric, this English aristocrat made a study trip to Egypt with his secretary, Henri William Beechey. The British consul Henry Salt brings him his precious support and presence: “Going up the Nile with the English consul and Baron Sack, (a learned Prussian naturalist and chamberlain to King Frederick-William II, Bankes), was preparing to continue his survey work until ‘ in Nubia. He had hired Doctor Ricci and the young Frenchman Linant de Bellefonds as designers.”
Thus, the draftsmen identify all the monuments leaving invaluable testimonies, constituting data of capital importance for Egyptology. Not only are their drawings beautiful and of high artistic quality, but they are exceptionally well “informed”. They provide precise information on the state of the monuments, their orientation, and their dimensions.
Among their sheets, there are also a large number of epigraphic records… In 1822, Ricci will be – like Linant de Bellefonds -asked for a new “expedition” of the aristocrat who wishes, this time, to join Dongola, enter Meroe, and why not, go in search of the sources of the Nile…
Alessandro Ricci, who had had the good fortune to “save Ibrahim-Pasha (son of Pasha Mohammad-Ali) from dysentery”, returned to Italy as a rich man. He settled in Florence and exhibited his collection of Egyptian antiquities in his home… This is how Champollion met him and asked him for the Franco-Tuscan expedition. In 1829, a scorpion sting forced him to interrupt his work…
“This injury later led to paralysis and dementia.” Alessandro Ricci died in Florence on January 11, 1834.
After the story of such a remarkable life, in the face of so much experience, skills, and adventures, one cannot help but wonder why “signor Ricci” has remained so little known… He did not sign his drawings so well that they have sometimes been attributed to Belzoni…. In contrast, even without having a trained eye when comparing the drawings of the tomb of Seti, one quickly distinguishes those of Belzoni from those due to the immense talent of Ricci… Did he prefer discretion? Did he want to stay in the shadows? The fact that on Angelelli’s painting representing the members of the Franco-Tuscan expedition, he is on the left, in profile and… from behind, is perhaps part of the answer.
Just a comeback announcement, if one of you dears has ever noticed my absence, you can now compare me with this cartoon!? We arrived yesterday evening, and until now, I am trying to gather my thoughts to find out where I am! Oh yes, belong to the Earth but all over a foreigner. Anyway, with a heartfelt hello, I share my littleness with some help from Master Dr Jung.:
The unconscious is not a demonic monster but a morally, aesthetically and intellectually indifferent natural being. It only becomes hazardous when our conscious attitude towards it is hopelessly wrong. To the extent that we repress, the dangerousness of the unconscious increases. But at the moment when the patient begins to assimilate the unconscious contents, the dangerousness of the unconscious also decreases. The personality dissociation, the anxious separation of day and night, ends with progressive assimilation. What my critic fears, namely the overpowering of consciousness by the unconscious, is most likely to occur when the unconscious is prevented from living through repression, wrong interpretation and devaluation. C.G.Jung
Die praktische Verwendbarkeit der Traumanalyse (1931)
from “Traum und Traumdeutung”
Image: Art Gallery of Ontario.
Mephistopheles fly over the city; from Goethe’s Faust
Have a lovely WE, everybody. Have a great and wonderful Easter fiesta until we meet again… 💖🙏💖🙏🤗
The Externsteine are a striking sandstone rock formation in the Teutoburg Forest (Teutoburger Wald) and, as such, an outstanding natural attraction in Germany, which is a protected natural and cultural monument. The Wiembecketeich and a park-like area surround the rocks. The Externsteine are located in the area near the town of Horn-Bad Meinberg in the district of Lippe in North Rhine-Westphalia. Unique cultural and historical significance is ascribed to them.
Last Sunday, we took a tour to see these giant stones. Nature constantly shows her superiority again. And we went there to share in this fascination.
Around 70 to 100 million years old, this natural monument still puzzles scientists today and is considered the Teutoburg Forest’s giant magnet for visitors. The name “Externsteine” probably comes from the magpies (Elstern, in German), as many of these birds used to be found here.
It might be a landing place for the Goddesses and Gods of Olymp to take a rest?! Nobody knows.
Interestingly, this relief is not a stone engraving but made of other materials and set on stone. It is for sure that Christianity wanted to participate in this magnificent Nature formation. Rumours are saying that the legs have been taken away to show the suffering of the act. However, let’s read the description:
“It is divided into three parts or registers. The largest central register shows the Descent from the Cross scene itself. At the centre is the cross; to the right is a figure identified as Nicodemus. The legs of this figure have been lost since at least the 17th century, but it is shown at an elevated position, aiding in the recovery of Jesus’ body from the cross. The figure was standing on a supporting structure (identified either as a plant bent by Nicodemus’ weight or as a chair). Nicodemus lowers the body of Jesus towards Joseph of Arimathea, who is standing to the left of the cross. To the left of Joseph is the figure of Mary, Mother of Jesus (the head of this figure has been lost), with her hand supporting the head of her son’s corpse. Opposite Mary, on the right side of the scene, is John the Apostle, holding a book.
The upper register shows the torso of the ascended Christ wearing a cross halo and a victory flag. The figure holds a small representation of a human figure with raised hands alongside the flag. Anthropomorphic representations of the Sun and Moon are shown to the left and right, holding drapes.
The lower register shows two kneeling figures, a naked bearded man and a clothed figure of undetermined sex, both of them caught in the coils of the neck and tail of a two-legged, winged dragon. These figures were variously identified as Adam and Eve (representing the fallen state of man in general) or as a Saxon warrior and priest. (With some help from Wikipedia).”
Anyway, it was a fascinating observation of the wonder of Mother Nature.
With a greeting by a crocodile in the beginning!
With these last pictures, I wish you all a lovely weekend, and I only mention that we will probably be in Mallorca next weekend if everything goes well. Let’s see! 🙏💖🤗💖🙏🌹