the moment well met
I was thinking about yesterday’s post and the James Joyce version of the Medieval ‘Hail Fellow’ phrase “Hail fellow well met the next moment” from Ulysses, and the Peter Blake parody of Gustave Courbet’s The Meeting (Bonjour Mr. Courbet) (1854) popped into my head.
Surely the reason that [non abstract] figurative paintings/photographs live is that they engender the feeling that some kind of crux is being depicted? And the works that continue to live are those that also feel as if there is some possible continuation of narrative beyond this crossroads freeze-frame of reference? [or ones that create a perpetual falling out and into the loop around the iconic moment of the crux? ie create an unresolvable tension that sustains despite the impossibility of further movement].
If one viewed each and every ‘concept’ illustrated in a story in a similar way, then each narrative instance is an iconic moment pigment fleck that builds up into a complete picture?
This would fit nicely with the notion of a ‘page turner’. Where each word is written on litmus paper that inexorably draws the reader along. Each phrase in effect a micro cliffhanger. So that the aim of good storytelling then becomes a mission to create a domino toppling of ‘the moment well met’.