Outsider Art and Music- Adolf Wölfli

“Outsider art, synonymous until the 1980s with art brut, any work of art produced by an untrained idiosyncratic artist who is typically unconnected to the conventional art world—not by choice but by circumstance. The “classic” figures of outsider art were socially or culturally marginal figures. They were usually undereducated; they almost invariably embraced unconventional views of the world, sometimes alien to the prevailing dominant culture; and many had been diagnosed as mentally ill. These people nevertheless produced—out of adversity and with no eye on fame or fortune—substantial high-quality artistic oeuvres.” ~www.britannica.com~

I have spent most of the day reading about and poring over the life and work of Adolf Wölfli (1864-1930)- an artist who just came to my attention this morning. Initially it was the musical notation embedded in the artwork that grabbed me- the particular image that I first saw was so intricate that I thought it must be a fresco on the ceiling of a huge building. No, he would not have had access to a ceiling as it turns out- just paper and colored pencils. He was so prolific that by the time of his death the volumes filled with his autobiographical writings and artwork stacked one atop the other stood almost 6 feet high.

My friend who had posted the original drawing that had so enthralled me did not know the location of the particular piece of art and thus began my journey. I was soon in tears seeing the genius come to life- his early life was plagued by misery with the death of his parents, followed by abuse in foster homes, time spent in prison as he grew more violent and ultimately the last half of his life spent in an institution.

How could it be that I had never seen his work? In his lifetime, the last 35 of which were spent in a mental asylum as a patient suffering from schizophrenia and severe hallucinations, he composed an imaginary autobiography of over 25,000 pages of art, poetry and musical notation in which he is the sole traveler, transforming a childhood of misery into one of magic and adventure.

The musical notation in his artwork initially appeared to be decorative but was in fact playable. Apparently he would sometimes play it himself with a paper trumpet he had made. You can listen here to his musical cryptograms analyzed and played on the violin by Baudouin de Jaer. They are lyrical, mysterious and beautiful: Analysis of the Musical Cryptograms of Adolf Wölfli.

I am also posting a fascinating article of a summary of the life of Adolf Wölfli with many more pictures of his art included. Adolf Wölfli by Paul Greer, originally posted on March 25, 2014.

Die Skt-Wandanna-Kathedrale in Band-Wand, 1910

Musiknotation, 1930

General View of the Island Neveranger, 1911

Ah, synchronicity is a beautiful thing! My friend Keith Bernard, who posted the original picture this morning that led me down this path of discovery, just sent me the photo as I was about to publish this page!

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Are You Awake?

Hello my friends. Today is Day 9 of my Restorative Retreat. I am so happy and grateful that I can stay here for a while and not feel like I have to get up and go anywhere else for the time being. When it feels right and I feel ready and well rested I will take a ride up to RI and get some more of my stuff out of storage but I am not making a plan other than to pay attention and follow my guidance on that.

I have been absorbed in sound and music in various forms. I’ve spent quite a bit of time practicing the piano and playing the guitar, trying to break out and explore new possibilities rather than just sticking with what I know- which Is easy to do on the piano because I don’t know much at all other than the notes and basic scales. I do understand the basics of creating chords also so I have a little bit of very basic foundational material to work with.

… And… some time has elapsed since I wrote the above- I am now on day 13 of my stay-at-home retreat! I have completed a painting (see below!), created several very simple short riffs on the piano, painted a couple of stools for the breakfast bar in my kitchen, made homemade pizza (and had Mahesh & Mukta over to help me eat them), explored double drop D tuning on the guitar, taken a two-hour online yoga class on the day of the most recent full moon and been working on whitening the bones of a turtle skeleton and shell found down by the pond on the property where I live. I’ve also made a few short meditation videos intended basically to help my friends end their evening on a good note. I spent hours one day going through pictures from the Sound Body Wholistic Health Center- my old sound healing center in St. Pete- just to pick out a new cover photo for the Facebook page for the center. And I’ve watched a whole bunch of episodes of “Doctor, Doctor” on Amazon Prime- AKA “The Heart Guy”!

I have several plants that Mahesh and Mukta gave me waiting to be planted. Cannas and kalanchoe… and a rosemary plant that I bought at the market. My yard is very drab. Needs some new life for sure. It’s small but there’s plenty of room for some herbs and flowers to brighten things up. The truth is I’ve been nervous about digging around too much in the yard because the one day I did in the spring I was introduced to chiggers- not fun!

Last night before bed I had a teaspoon of honey with cannabis extract in it. It is supposed to help with sleep. It didn’t- in fact it had the opposite effect. I was up til somewhere around 5 a.m. At a certain point it occurred to me that perhaps I should focus on “waking up” rather than going to sleep. I am fascinated by my dream state… isn’t my “waking state” equally as important, if not more so? And what does it mean to be awake? So I picked up Francis Lucille’s book, The Perfume of Silence.

I have only just started it but I can pretty comfortably say that it is on the nature of consciousness and non-dual reality. In response to a question in the beginning of the book he uses the sound of birds and ambient outdoor sounds as a reference point. He says, “Ask yourself, ‘Where do they appear?’ If the answer is that the bird is singing 50 feet from here, see that this is not actually your experience, that it is a concept. The actual experience of the sound is happening at a zero distance from you, not 50 feet away. It is not happening there but rather here, always. Everything is always happening here and now.”

Immediately I tuned into the sound of the crickets “outside” and suddenly felt that i was floating in a sea of consciousness. Everything that “seems” to be happening to me and around me is happening within the consciousness of I AM. I picked up my journal long enough to write “There is no separation between ‘I’ and my experience of the world around me- around the body I seem to inhabit. I am in fact inhabiting everything I seem to come into contact with.” And then drifted back out into the sea of consciousness…

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