Summary: Chapter Fourteen of Marcia Brennan's Flowering Light: Kabbalistic Mysticism and the Art of Elliot R. Wolfson
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During a visit to Alaska, Wolfson found himself contemplating an exquisite cloud formation. Gazing up at the sky, he suddenly had the sense that he was “working from the other side of the clouds.”1
This expressive phrase aptly characterizes the painting Broken Landscape (2003), an abstract canvas that represents an ethereal study of the falling depths of ascending light. While wholly nonrepresentational, the painting again evokes the letters of an unwritten language woven in a palette of firelight and projected onto the celestial vault of the sky. A dense cluster of cursive, flame-like forms appears along the right-hand side of the canvas, where they form a loosely constructed lattice that seems to generate radiant sparks that have splintered off to illuminate the central and left-hand sides of the composition. In a reversal of accustomed figure-ground relations, Broken Landscape thus inverts the terrestrial and the celestial domains, as the sky becomes an ungrounded ground that seems to support a flickering constellation of embers. Treading the ether of this “broken landscape,” the viewer walks an unwalkable path. Navigating the field of the abstraction is much like interpreting the characters of a half-forgotten language, or reading an unscripted story set on the shifting ground of an open sky. As though depicting an unwalkable journey, this abstract canvas looks like a landscape illustration produced to accompany a book of unwritten light.
Like so many of Wolfson’s artworks, Broken Landscape presents a scene of contemplative beauty, just as it poignantly maps a terrain of brokenness. These affective themes have a profound resonance with the mystical poem “flashing seal/seventh palace”:2
words are wings woven
by tongue & tooth
drawing breath & opening lip—
i AM not root nor branch,
father or son,
i have come in time
spoken by wheel,
i have come to walk
but, alas, there is no path
Wolfson’s poem expresses the burden of walking an unwalkable path through a broken landscape. Yet for all of their burning shadows, the poem and the painting contain a radiance that shines in multiple directions simultaneously. Much like Palimpsest, Broken Landscape and “flashing seal/seventh palace” create a path by erasing a path.3 In so doing, the artworks can be viewed as portraits of a light that knows no boundaries, just as they maintain illuminated connections in an otherwise disconnected world. Like mystical lanterns, Wolfson’s paintings and poems can be seen as a metaphor for such kabbalistic transmission, as aesthetic expressions that attempt to keep light alive in a broken world.