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Stirling, Scotland, where I was born is dominated by a beautiful Castle.

Stirling Castle and Ochils

I saw a news item on the BBC recently which announced the hanging, in the Chapel Royal within the Castle, of the latest tapestry in the series “The Hunting of the Unicorn”, so I decided to go and see the unicorn for myself. As part of a project to restore the Palace in the Castle, Historic Scotland has commissioned the weaving of a series of tapestries depicting a unicorn. James VI and I’s mother, Mary Queen of Scots, and her mother Marie of Guise were known to have such tapestries hanging in the Palace but the originals have long since disappeared. To give visitors an impression of life in the Castle in the 16th and 17th centuries, a team of weavers are making copies of a famous set of unicorn tapestries from that period. The original medieval set, known as “The Hunting of the Unicorn”, can be seen in the Cloisters in New York.

The new tapestries are hung in the Chapel Royal for now, while the Palace is restored (all the tapestries should be complete by the time the Palace refurbishment in complete in 2011).

Chapel Stirling Castle

Hunting the Unicorn

The Unicorn

Unicorns are very familiar creatures to Scots. King Robert III was the first to use the unicorn in the Royal insignia, and the Stuart kings developed the motif further using both rampant unicorns on heraldic emblems and producing silver coins with the unicorn stamped on them. It was James VI and I who brought together the Scottish unicorn and the English lion when he became king of both countries. So it’s not hard to find unicorns in Scotland. They’re on flags, stone carvings, painted insignia, they stand proud on the tops of buildings and adorn many monuments.

Let me tell you a little of what I’ve discovered about the mythology and the symbolism of the unicorn, and, in particular, of the unicorn stories represented in the tapestries.

The unicorn was believed to be so wild that it could not be hunted and captured, except by using a maiden, or virgin. To capture a unicorn you’d bring a maiden into the forest and the unicorn would come and lay its head on her lap and fall asleep. Only then could you capture it. “The Hunting of the Unicorn” series depicts the unicorn like a stag being hunted, but strangely ends with the last one I’ve photographed above where the unicorn is alive, its wounds seemingly not to have harmed it, enclosed in a garden and chained by a golden chain to a pomegranate tree. There are two common readings of this story. The first claims that the story represents the Passion of Christ from his birth to his cruxifixion, and the second claims that the unicorn is the lover, the hunters are love and the maiden is the beloved. In this latter interpretation, the lover is wounded by love (but the wounds, like Cupid’s arrows, don’t kill), and is captured by his beloved to whom he is then married (the symbol of the pomegranate tree). This second interpretation is, I think, especially interesting. It tells us about the wild, free, passionate one, becoming captured and tamed by (bound to) the maiden (who as the Virgin, or Madonna, represents unconditional love).

If you take these interpretations of the tapestries, then look at another unicorn tapestry series which is in the Musee de Cluny in Paris – “La Dame a la Licorne” – which depicts the maiden with a unicorn in six tapestries, one each representing a sense, taste, sight, touch, smell, hearing and the sixth entitled “A Mon Seul Desir” (where the maiden places her necklace in a casket), I think the overall effect is really very interesting.

Could these tapestries be telling us something about psychology? You could easily see the unicorn as wild passion, especially when placed next to each of the five senses. In fact, if you look at the panel “Touch” in the Cluny series, it’s not difficult to see the unicorn’s horn from a Freudian perspective! Does the unicorn represent the libidinous ID? And is the Virgin, the source and symbol of unconditional love, the Superego? If so, and if we accept Saint-Exupery’s use of the term “taming” in his “Little Prince” which is about forming a bond, then the final panel in “The Hunt” really shows us the potential of a healthy, realistic ego – the union of the passions with love.

OK, so that last paragraph is what woke me up at 5am this morning, and I’m not entirely sure what I think about it yet, but there is it is. I thought I’d share it with you. If these wonderful works of art and craft teach us that our goal should be to live a life of passion and unconditional love then I’d recommend we all go unicorn hunting!

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Although I get a genuine thrill out of scientific discoveries about how the body works, it’s never quite enough for me. I’m always aware of something else. It’s partly that knowledge that a complex whole human being is so much more than the sum of his or her parts. But it’s also the knowledge that characteristics such as consciousness and highly developed language/communication skills aren’t just other elements which make humans different from all other living creatures. Rather they transform us. Our capacities to remember and to imagine open up whole other ways of being for us.

I’m re-reading one of my favourite trilogies (actually I’m re-reading the first two books in anticipation of the publication of the third and final one…….coming soon in English). It’s Jan Kjaerstad’s The Seducer, The Conqueror and The Discoverer. In the first of these, I came across this dialogue.

I think what I’m trying to say is that every human being could be said to be as much an accumulation of stories as of molecules. I am, in part, all the things I have read over the years. They don’t leave me. They settle inside me like – how can I put it? – like sediment.

So you believe the stories you have heard are every bit as important as the genes with which you have been endowed?

Maybe that’s what life is about. Collecting stories, Axel said, building up an arsenal of good tales, that can be put together in all sorts of complicated ways: like DNA.

If you’re right, then it’s not a matter of manipulating our genes but the stories in our lives, said Jonas.

It’s not the sequence of base-pairs, the genes, we ought to be mapping out, but the sequence of the stories that go to make up a life, and who knows? Arrange them differently and you might get another life altogether.

I certainly find that I gain insights and understanding about life from novels, from painting, from music, from movies and photographs, which I don’t get from a reductionist/materialist science. And I think there’s a lot of truth in this dialogue. Sure, it helps us to understand the mechanisms of molecular function, but if we want to understand living, human beings, then we have to understand how to listen and how to tell stories.

This is a significant part of my work as a doctor…….to understand a person by mapping out their stories and, therapeutically, to help them rearrange those stories in ways which enable them to create a different life.

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East meets West

david hume and the geisha

This young woman was standing next to the statue of David Hume on the Royal Mile last weekend. She was one of a number of people who perform as “living statues”, standing very still for long periods as people gather, watch, photograph and maybe leave some money. It’s such a strange phenomenon, this kind of performance. What amazes people is their stillness. Isn’t that interesting? In the bustle and hurry and continuous doing of life passers-by are caught by these artists’ stillness, their not-moving. And what effect do they have on the crowds who rush by? Well, either only a passing glance, or they are caught. They stop and they stand and they watch, sucked into a moment of stillness. It’s quite something to see.

But it was the juxtaposition of this performer and the huge solidity of David Hume’s statue which especially caught my attention. Set me off thinking all kinds of things……..the relationship between contemplation and philosophy; between thinking and acting (who’s thinking and who’s acting here?); and, probably because this is the EIGHTH day of the EIGHTH month of the two thousand and EIGHTH year today and at EIGHT minutes past EIGHT tonight, the Beijing Olympics will commence, it got me thinking about the intermingling of East and West, of different traditions, different views, different cultures and how they influence each other.

This is a time of change. The old orders are creaking and shaking. As China engages with the rest of the world and the rest of the world engages with China we’re going to have a lot to learn about each other and, actually, right at this moment, I find it awe-inspiring and mind-boggling. I think many of our presumptions are going to be shaken to the core. (BBC2’s Culture Show special on China is an example)

It’s times like these when great opportunities arise to wake up from un-reflective, passive ways of life, (zombie life), to creative, radical, active ways of life (hero life).

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installation

I saw this today in the Jardins d’Albertas in Aix en Provence. From the distance I could see these amazing billowing sheets. I don’t know what they are made of but they floated, danced and drifted constantly. Then as I got closer I noticed all the deck chairs scattered across the grass. I thought they were for people to sit on, but then realised they were part of the same art installation.
The whole set was totally engrossing. I stood here, transfixed, and somehow, those deck chairs seemed like the animals you see at the zoo and in a moment, suddenly, you think “They’re all looking at ME!”
Only once I’d uploaded the photo did I see all the shadows, and there’s one of the ways in which a photo can let you see something even more clearly. Why didn’t I notice the shadows at the time? Well, I’m glad I see them now!

I love a good art installation and I’m a big fan of Anthony Gormley, however, I’m afraid I couldn’t find any information at all about the artist responsible for this work.

Here are some more photos from other angles………
sheets
catch the sheets
rear view

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From the driveway up to the place where I’m renting an apartment in Provence I can see Mont St Victoire –

mont st victoire

And just down the road a little I can see it more clearly –

mont st victoire

Mont St Victoire was a huge inspiration to Paul Cezanne. Take a look at this lovely (silent) video of some of his paintings of this spectacular mountain.

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Wired magazine has an article about a Japanese architect and photographer, Kazuhiko Kawahara, who goes by the name of Palla, and who creates amazing mosaics of photographs on his website. He twists the images using symmetries and the results are very reminiscent of Escher prints.

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One of my main treats is to browse in a “Maison de la Press” in a French town and sit down in a cafe with a new purchase or two. I have certain favourite French magazines. One of them is called Senso. It is beautifully produced. I love the illustrations and there are really interesting articles about literature, movies and all aspects of cultural life. But one of the most enjoyable things is the French language itself. It’s a wonderful language for playing with words. Here’s an example –

Elle me donne les larmes aux mes yeux, parce que je suis epuisee.

This is by Nina Bouraoui, a writer. Translated, it says “She brought tears to my eyes, because I was exhausted”. The other meaning of the word “epuisee” is “out of print” – for a writer that’s a really clever word to use and conveys quite a special sense of exhaustion, doesn’t it?

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shape and colour, originally uploaded by bobsee.

Ester once told me that her eye notices lines and shapes and until she said that I hadn’t considered the possibility. Instead I tend to notice colour.
When I saw this staircase in Nice I thought of you, Ester.

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Heads up

Heads up, originally uploaded by bobsee.

I took three of my grandchildren to the Kelvingrove Gallery last week.
I’d seen photos of these heads but I’d never actually been to see them in situ so to speak.
It’s a great experience. You can stand and look at them for ages and you keep seeing something new, something different. Some of the expressions make you laugh. In fact, I think the whole installation makes you laugh and that is SO Glasgow! Glasgow people have quite a reputation for their sense of humour. I think it’s one of their greatest qualities.
I like art that makes you think and/or makes you feel. It’s that old Deleuzean thing again – the three ways to think – science, art and philosophy. It’s not a competition between those perspectives – they work together to reveal more than any one approach can do by itself.
If you ever take a trip to Glasgow I’d recommend taking in the Kelvingrove while you’re there.

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I’ve had a few days break on the Isle of Skye. Despite the fact that I’ve lived in Scotland all my life this is the first time I’ve ever visited Skye. I took my camera and I’ve taken some of the loveliest photos I’ve ever taken up here. It’s an island which is bigger than it first appears. It’s takes quite a while to drive anywhere because a lot of the roads are single track with passing places, winding up and down and around the mountains, through the glens and across the bracken moors. It makes every little trip here an adventure.

One of the trips was to a lighthouse. You have to park your car in the car park at the top of the cliff then walk down a long, long trail to the lighthouse (and, yes, walking back up and up and up the same trail back to the car is VERY demanding! Especially if you spend your life avoiding serious exercise!). Right at the bottom of the trail is the lighthouse which is surrounded by a black, oily bog. Once you slurp your way across the bog (waterproof shoes essential!) you come to the very point of the peninsula. The lighthouse is behind you, across the sparkling sea you see the outlines of the further islands and before you, suddenly, you become aware of this field of stone structures. Yes, the whole area is rocky and you have to clamber over huge rocks to get to the field but there before you, as you get closer, you see hundreds upon hundreds of stone sculptures.

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rock sculptures

I took a lot of photos cos its just stunning, amazing, incredible. Go see the collection here.

This is simply an immense outpouring of the human creative spirit (well, unless you believe it was the fairies wot did it!) How did this start? Well, I can tell you it’s infectiously compulsive. One of those structures is the one I added to the collection. Any idea which one I made?

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