Saturn is currently conjunct the South Node in Virgo opposite the North in Pisces, the axis of perfection, spiritual attainment, and mysticism. Part of the attainment is the acceptance of human imperfection. What can we do anyway? It's amazing that the complex machine called the human body functions as well as it does, with all the flaws and breakdowns. There is a self-healing mechanism and that in itself says that the variations are accounted for. The same in human society. The criminals, misfits, wrongdoers, and politicians all are part of the self-healing unit. Awhile back we had a fascinating discussion about these imperfections. MPK talked about his rock-climbing experience and how the weak line in the stone allows passage. In the same vein, Tseka, an artist, stated that the flaw in a work allows entry for the viewer and the ability to participate. I knew it was true, and we're not the only ones. I came across an interview with the filmmaker, Jean Renoir, and here are some excerpts. We know that in the history of arts, the arrival of perfect realism coincided with perfect decadence. I wonder whether man's gift for beauty isn't in spite of himself. His intelligence. What if the tendency to imitate nature is simply a tendency toward ugliness? So imitating nature can only lead to the death of an art form. He went on to lament the advancements of film technique in which nature could be reproduced with amazing precision, pointing out that technical perfection creates boredom.
The story of my life. I know what he's asking. There must be someplace between reality and fantasy that is ideal, both in art and in life. Renoir continues: Why is it when technique is primitive, the objects are beautiful, and when technique is perfected, almost everything is ugly? Except things created by an artist talented enough to overcome technique.
That sounds good, although I'd rather not battle with it at all, if I have a choice. Jean Renoir was a Virgo. Moon in Pisces.
Painting: Cafe. William Johnson.1934.