My no reading day began with the announcement that I had a new baby niece who’d entered this world at 7.45am this morning. I guess I picked a good day to look up from the page.
A new being has begun it’s life and I got to see her in the first few hours of her existence. Talk was of beauty and naming and weights and recovery and what it means to be a parent.
Her father is a musician who’s band is kicking off well here in Ireland. He’s pretty overwhelmed by the strength and power of the mother, my sister, in all this. I read somewhere that the reason men become artists is because of the hunger to create and woman as child bearer is creator herself.
Philosophy aims to explain our existence and there is constant conflict between being and understanding, nature and reason, body and mind, traditionally assigned to female and male respectively. Is art made and experienced with the body? and if so is art made through a masculine of feminine intentions? what part of us makes art?
Right now I am going to wet the baby’s head and allow nature and tradition rather than logic and reason rule the day.
