Diana
smleite said:Imagine a world in which there were so few images, they could only be found in some very specific places in churches and cloisters, or in facades and interiors of noble and rich houses. Imagine almost no image in the streets, with the exception of maybe a couple of tavern ads. Image that almost no household included a book, or even a piece of paper (a piece of parchment, in fact) and almost no one could read or write. An illuminated manuscript was a rare and oh-so-expensive issue… and who could commit a real painting, even to a lesser, local master? No TV, no magazines, no commercials. NOTHING! Even the use of colour in clothing was scarce, and usually reserved to special occasions. Imagine the power and impact an image held, in this world. Images composed a vocabulary, and it was always a meaningful one; no, they were no mere visual signs. In a society where gold is rare and precious, would you use your piece in a reckless and wasteful manner? Images were significant, and the content of their messages was important and powerful. They were mainly used to propagate all kinds of doctrinal instructions and teachings.
On the other hand, today we are bombed with tons and tons of visual information. There is imagery all over, colours and shapes and letters that are meaningful to you, and you absorb all this all day, every day of your life. And most of it means nothing at all, is just visual rubbish, saturating your eyes and your mind. Your brain must discard and ignore most of it, selecting only a part, or you wouldn’t be able to function. This means that you are not sensitive to most of it any more, the same way a doctor can’t be sensitive to all the pain around him. And an object must be really, really appellative to catch your eye – that is what merchandising is all about. A Tarot deck also. It must be more colourful, more beautiful, more detailed, more interesting visually, them the rest. I think we need to beard this in mind (our mind’s and our environment’s evolution) in order to understand ancient and modern decks.
I tried to choose just one sentence or two in your post, Silvia, so that people would know which post I'm referring to. But I couldn't. It is a whole and by removing any part of it, it would be to damage it.
Gosh.... you speak as if you were walking those streets today. For a minute, I imagined I was with you there... in the Middle Ages. Life was tough. And we walked together down the brown but noisy streets. There were also smells all over - very different to those we know today. And a dog was barking. And we were going to the village square, because we had heard there was a Bateleur passing through, and didn't want to miss out on the excitement.
You write so beautifully, Silvia. You manage to convey such feeling in a language that is not even your own. I can only begin to imagine how PERFECT you must sound when you speak your beautiful native language.