Since I started this blog, I've been thinking about the relevancy of posting literary passages, quotes and whatever I find important to my art here in this space. There are snippets and passages that get stuck in my head, for whatever reason, that I can't seem to either stop thinking about or understand why I am thinking about it. Since I have been trying to think about my blog as a digital sketchbook (with more descriptions) I think I should just dive in and post some of these things. I am not sure how many of these things relate or if they even relate but like all things art related, if you think about it too much or at least if I think about it too much before starting, I can talk myself right out of it.
I just finished No Country for Old Men by Cormac McCarthy and I have had, for about 3 weeks, this passage stuck in my head.
“I had two dreams about him after he died. I dont remember the first one all that well but it was about meetin him in town somewheres and he give me some money and I think I lost it. But the second one it was like we was both back in older times and I was on horseback goin through the mountains of a night. Goin through this pass in the mountains. It was cold and there was snow on the ground and he rode past me and kept on goin. Never said nothin. He just rode on past and he had this blanket wrapped around him and he had his head down and when he rode past I seen he was carryin fire in a horn the way people used to do and I could see the horn from the light inside of it. About the color of the moon. And in the dream I knew that he was goin on ahead and that he was fixin to make a fire somewhere out there in all that dark and all that cold and I knew that whenever I got there he would be there. And then I woke up.”
― Cormac McCarthy, No Country for Old Men