We took a day trip to Bologna to see an art exhibit by the famous 20th century Dutch artist, M. C. Escher. We were fully engaged by the whimsy and mystery of his work. One lithograph that put us into an especially reflective mood and conversation is called Hand with Reflecting Sphere, or sometimes known as Self-Portrait in Spherical Mirror.
In the drawing we see Escher’s hand holding a reflective sphere. We see his distorted face as he sits at a desk in a rather ordinary and unimaginative room. Hanging on the wall behind him is a picture of an ancient Indonesian Shadow puppet commonly used to tell a story—generally performed at night. In the shadow-play, the projected images are void of details requiring the imagination to fill in the rest. The shadowy performance had the power to transport the viewer into a rich personal experience with spiritual significance.
For us, his artwork always asks the deeper question: “what’s really happening here?” since there is always more than meets the eye. Both possibilities and impossibilities abound. Escher’s art provoked us into exploring our openness, boundaries, curiosity and creativity by writing a song and story of our own shadowed thoughts. Life is always a bit of a “Dutchman’s Dilemma,” taking us on convoluted twists and turns in the midst of our illusions of certainty.
There is a hand, holding a sphere
Reflecting an outstretched hand, holding a sphere
There is a drawing, with pencil in hand
A sketch of a hand, drawing a pencil in hand, in 3-D
Peering even closer still, I wonder how can it be?
Beginnings without ends—mystery
There is a man, climbing the stairs
Ascending to another plane, step by step
Nearby another man makes his way
But he’s walking down, descending into depths yet unknown
Turning the page around, I wonder what do I see?
Deciding which is up or down—that’s the key
An artist’s vision leads us to see more
Showing something never seen before
An artist’s language may seem familiar
Whispering magic words
Perspective altered with the stroke of the pen
Perspective shifted again
Just with the stoke of a pen
Escher plays, as he looks at the day
Inspecting every little thing, until it moves
Birds fill the sky, taking to flight
Their tails interlace but which way do they face, in mid-air
Separate forms fill the page, yet somehow blend into one
Exchanging black for white—how is it done?
Where there were none
To worlds beyond
from New Music,
track released November 7, 2017
Cheryl Martlage - Lyrics, Vocals and Production Emerson Martlage - Music, Guitar, Vocals and Production
At the age of 48, and after 25 years of marriage, we headed to a secluded town for 6 weeks, to create a new relationship and
When we arrived as if by magic, we co-wrote our first song ever— "Never Sleep," evoking the mystery and magic of the new adventure. Twenty years later, we're still making music. Join us on our musical storytelling as the adventure continues to unfold...more