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Taoism and the arts of
China
— Laozi in the Daode jing IT
is remarkable, I think, that most of us should know so little about
cultures, especially old cultures, other than our own. There are,
everywhere, religions and ideas and philosophies that have fashioned
the minds of people, moved their spirits, over centuries of time, but
the interest we take in them is, at best, cursory. Take the case of
our ignorance about China alone. The one name in the area of thought
that many of us might be familiar with is that of Confucius, the great
thinker who lived in China close to the time when the Buddha walked
among us in our own land. But that is about the extent of it. There
are long and deep gaps in our information, and our understanding.
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Again and again, however, in the exhibits, and the catalogue, one went back to Laozi (sometimes also referred to as Lao-tzu), the Teacher, who, in the sixth century BC, summed the essence of Taoism up in a slim little text of no more than 5000 words, the Daode jing. Very little is known of his own life, and there are conflicting theories, but one old authority says that it is in the course of his journeys, precisely in fact at the Hangu Pass, between the Yellow River and the Chongnan Mountains, that Laozi met the Warden of that Pass, and revealed to him the entire text of the Daode jing. Of the importance of this text it has been said that "Chinese civilization and the Chinese character would have been utterly different" if this book had not been written. For in this work were ideas, and ideals, of nonconformity, individualism, tranquillity, acceptance, above all the primacy of the natural world, which served as correctives to the Confucian emphasis on social responsibility and hierarchies of authority. The Daode jing has been likened to a deep, still pool, a mirror to the reader’s own soul. In it one can find the individual truths most corresponding to one’s personal search. To go on to the art that the show in San Francisco mostly consisted of. There were delicately rendered works, with ink and light colours on paper, like the 13th century handscroll showing fish quietly leaping and swimming in water. "The Pleasures of Fishes" it was called: rightly, for one could almost see in it the artist being able to identify himself completely, intuitively, with those playful fishes. One saw, alike in sculptures and paintings, mountains and rivers, visualisations of the spirits of the Immortals, courtly scenes in which Taoist rituals were being performed. There was a measure of joy that one sensed in many of the works, quirky perspectives and elaborate patterning all coming together. On view also was that rare, 8th century work, "Scripture of the Way", showing Laozi himself on ox-back, journeying in order to be able to find. As always in so much of Chinese art, mountains, with their mysterious paths and rising peaks, took one’s breath away. "Seeking the Tao in the Autumn Mountains", a 10th century hanging scroll, done with ink on silk, almost constituted a puzzle. For all that one could see in it first was softly rendered rocks and trees, holding as it were a conversation that one could almost ‘hear’. But then one’s eye came upon, in the midst of the ravine in the painting, a tiny little hut, a thatched dwelling, in which sat a recluse, speaking to a guest, holding a conversation like those rocks and tree around them. The vignette was all but invisible at first, and the pleasure of regarding the work consisted, at least in part, of discovering this wonderful detail. And then there were, of course, the expected diagrams, including the taiji, in which, within a perfect circle, two identical curving forms are locked together, embracing each other, each containing within it the germ of the other. This was the classical yin/yang, which emerged, in Taoist belief, from the original, swirling mass: two opposing qualities that gave birth to the material world in all its many forms. One thinks, naturally, of purusha and prakriti, in our own thought. In Chinese belief, yin is dark, female, and subtle; yang is bright, male, and overt. Winter is yin, summer is yang: the moon is yin, the sun is yang; and so on…. Of dreams and questions Laozi apart, the other great figure in early
Taoism is Chuang Tzu, who lived in the fourth century BC. His writing is
different from that of Laozi, for it is lively, informal, humourous; but the
concerns are the same, the understanding of things and forces at work, similar.
In one of the texts, a charming parable is told. "Long ago", it runs,
"a certain Chuang Tzu dreamt he was a butterfly — a butterfly fluttering
here and there on a whim, happy and carefree, knowing nothing of Chuang Tzu.
Then all of a sudden he woke to find that he was, beyond all doubt, Chuang Tzu.
Who knows if it was Chuang Tzu dreaming of a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming
of Chuang Tzu?"
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