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Actaeon:
An Ovidian
Impromptu.
By Lawrence Weschler
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So: I was meandering through a bit of an art walk on a recent visit to Chicago when, happening into a little show at the David Weinberg's new exhibition space on West Superior, I found myself bowled over by a certain particular image. Actually, the gallery's show included several uncanny pairings that deserve (and one of these days will receive) separate treatment in these columns, but the particular image in question, an anonymous photograph of an anonymous West African scene from 1911 (on loan from the incomparable anthropological archives of the Field Museum),
was a solitary one. Still, it caught me and held me and kept drawing me back. For of course it was not as solitary as all that, being rather the immediate occasion, the tangible anchor, for a shadow pairing, a primordially archetypical pairing, that went way, way back.
For what had I happened upon if not Diana and her maidens at their morning ablutions, momentarily oblivious as I pulled aside the surrounding foliage, wonderstruck and already entrammeled? Since, of course, who did that make me if not Actaeon, the all-time hapless hero of catastrophic misprision?
We all know about Actaeon, the Theban hunter who—or so the great Ovid tells us in Book 3 of his Metamorphoses—one day, out foraging with his hounds, indeed happened upon just such a sight and, while frozen by that vision of the proud virgin Moon Maiden, was himself suddenly seen. Enraged at such a violation, Diana cast water into his eyes and a curse upon his brow. Staggering away, with horns already beginning to sprout from his forehead (yes, antlers: antoeil in the French, which is to say "in the place of eyes"; augensprosse in the German, which is to say "eye-sprouts"), Actaeon sensed his legs buckling, his feet melding into hooves, he himself transmogrifying into a panic-stricken stag. And a stag, alas, already being hounded to its death by his very own dogs. Fortune par les miens me chasse! Or, as Chaucer's friend John Gower parsed Actaeon's fate in Confessio Amantis, his version of the Metamorphoses, the young hunter's fate was "an ensemple touchende of mislok"—a truly marvelous four-way pun, for, of course, Actaeon had had the fate-ending bad luck to mislook upon Lady Luck ...
(For a considerably more elaborated exegesis of the foregoing, see the final footnote to my own Mr. Wilson's Cabinet of Wonder, pages 142–47, which itself owes a heavy debt to the Actaeon chapter in Norman O. Brown's Apocalypse and/or Metamorphosis, pages 31–45.)
Shakespeare and the Elizabethans were avid for Ovid (think of horny horn-addled Falstaff in The Merry Wives) and sixteenth- and seventeenth-century painters and sculptors likewise repeatedly found themselves returning to Actaeon's tale:
Myself, though, I've always been convinced that there are two other far more successful painterly accounts of the calamitous Actaeon / Artemis (Diana) situation embedded in the Western tradition, though I'll admit that neither ordinarily springs directly to mind (and, for that matter, both may simply evince my own having sprouted antlers on the brain a long, long time ago).
The first is Velázquez's, and I am thinking, for starters, of his Forge of Vulcan,
which ostensibly seems instead to be about its manifest subject matter, which is to say the epiphanous arrival of Apollo at the forge of Vulcan, bearing news of the scandalous betrayal of the Smith God's wife, the love goddess Aphrodite, at that very moment languoring in the arms of Mars, God of War. Which, granted, is all fine as far as it goes. But look at the young lad there off to the side, literally drop-jawed in astonishment.
I've always fancied him an Actaeon figure through and through, his gaze if anything passing right through Apollo and onward to the true occasion for his desolate stupefaction, which is to say the languoring Love Goddess herself (perhaps as portrayed in that other Velázquez canvas, the Rokeby Venus of 1648)
with voluptuous Aphrodite standing in, in this instance, for her sister goddess, the virgin huntress Artemis/Diana, who—look there in the mirror—is already lifting her lids to return his gaze, nailing our boy cold.
The second such instance, only a few years later, comes with Vermeer, who in one of his earliest extant works (1654) takes on Actaeon's vantage of Diana at her bath with her maidens more directly. Though has there ever been such a chaste and inward-tending Diana?
Except for that little prickly sprig of a bush beneath the goddess's right arm (temporary stand-in for the antlers soon to come) and the still momentarily quiescent hound, the hapless Actaeon happening upon this scene might even momentarily allow himself the fancy that he is going to be permitted to escape his fate unscathed.
But in a moment she will look up, and Vermeer subsequently captured that look as well. For, as Edward Snow so masterfully demonstrated in the exquisite preface to his book on Vermeer (upon which I in turn based much of the analysis in the first chapter of my own Vermeer in Bosnia), from only just a moment's ago having been looking away, the Maiden will now look up, fix us straight in the eye, and already begin to turn away once more, this time once and for all,
and it is we—us, you, I, him—who are now going to be reeling back endlessly, hopelessly slain.
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WINNERS.
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1. Evolving, Evolved by Charlie Hopper
2. Primal Forces, Basic Colors by Andy Hunter
3. The End of the Beginning by Holly Dunsworth
Intermezzo by Lawrence Weschler
4. This Is Not an Ad by Jimmy Chen
5. Catskills Vagina by Dan Clem
6. The Antipodes by Chris Zic
7. Self-Made Constriction by Sam Gaskin
8. We Are the Son by Danny Erker
9. Painfully Unaware by Dan Park
10. Gutshot by Jason Torchinsky
Weschler's Second Interlude
11. Love and War by Kim Wood
12. Inside and Out There by Lena Webb
13. The March by Emily Marvosh
14. Feminine Divine Triptych by Margit Christenson
15. Time's Deliberate Convergence by Steve Denyszyn
16. A Rousseau/Hirshfield Convergence by Adam Webb
Beirut/Warsaw by Lawrence Weschler
17. Clothesline Raising Over Carlisle, Indiana by Charlie Hopper
Carnival of Convergences
Weschler's Fourth Interlude
Aftersquib to the Foregoing
18. Pelvises All the Way Down by John Peter Rickgauer
19. Ovary Night? by Maya Muñoz
20. Christ in Space by Jonathan Shipley
A Pair of Convergences Off of Tina Barney
Another Carnival of Convergences
21. Moral Confusion: Iraq, Munich, and Vietnam by Donald Rumsfeld
22. Seeing the Tree for the Forest by Walter Murch
An Addendum to the Foregoing, and a Visitor Challenge
23, 24, and 25. Far Out by Michael Benson, Brian Christian, and Walter Murch
26. Jewish Bunk Beds by Monica S. Bland
Those Damn Swedish Trees, Take 3: Convergence of the Blogs
27. Degenerate Boogie-Woogie by Lisa Lee
Carnival of Convergences No. 3
28. Sand and Moon by Alison Cornyn
Actaeon: An Ovidian Impromptu by Lawrence Weschler
29 and 30. Hoods and Veils by Vero Testa and Lauren Redniss
The Onion/Bickle Convergence by Lawrence Weschler
31. The Lone Figure Against the Armored Swarm by Michele Siegel
32. Muscle and Flow by Benjamin R. Cohen
An Addendum to the Foregoing: Cities, Brains, Orchestras by Lawrence Weschler
Saint and Princess by Lawrence Weschler
Beauty Queen and Baghdad Hummer by Lawrence Weschler
Carnival of Convergences No. 4
Laughing, Clapping, Constantly Forgetting: A Trill of Readerly Associations by Lawrence Weschler
33. Lithographica by R.A. Villanueva
34. Papal Fire (Papa Lux) by Nick Feia
Addendum to "Laughing, Clapping ..." and, More Specifically, to the Stalinist-Applause Anecdote by Lawrence Weschler
35. Disseminations: Internet, Dandelions, Flight Paths by Sarah Daegling
36. Black and White and in Color by Walter Murch
Carnival of Convergences No. 5
Lee Friedlander's Visionary Trees: An Addendum to the Last Chapters of Everything That Rises by Lawrence Weschler
37. Shipwrecked Desperation by Charles Mudede via Matt Haber
38. Life Forms by Ariel Winter
Cameras, Action! From Disney World to St. Peter's Square, the Mediative Flight From the Immediate by Lawrence Weschler
Carnival of Convergences No. 6
Convergent Postscripts by Lawrence Weschler
From Da Vinci to Duchamp, by Way of Russia by Lawrence Weschler
Venus on a Vespa, Berger on My Mind by Lawrence Weschler
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