jueves, 22 de julio de 2010


“From the dark opening of the worn insides of the shoes the toilsome tread of the worker stares forth. In the stiffly rugged heaviness of the shoes there is the accumulated tenacity of her slow trudge through the far–spreading and ever uniform furrows of the field swept by a raw wind. On the leather lie the dampness and richness of the soil. Under the soles stretches the loneliness of the field-path as evening falls. In the shoes vibrates the silent call of the earth, its quiet gift of the ripening grain and its unexplained self-refusal in the fallow desolation of the wintry field. This equipment is pervaded by uncomplaining worry as to the certainty of bread, the wordless joy of having once more withstood want, the trembling before the impending child bed and shivering at the surrounding menace of death.” – M. Heidegger

La obra de Vincent van Gogh y el análisis de Heidegger tienen una ineludible correspondencia con la imagen de los zapatos de mi padre………


A Pair of Shoes (1885), Vincent van Gogh

Fragmento del ensayo: “The Origin of the Work of Art” por Martin Heidegger