Importing That Shimmer

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Shoshanah Dubiner

Shoshanah Dubiner is a painter. I see her work every day. It festoons the walls of our home. We change the pieces around frequently, so they do not become invisible by familiarity, for that’s what familiarity with objects primarily breeds.

Much of the painting is of microscopic worlds and jungle or under-water settings such as I have never seen. In her work, there are some familiar figures at the human scale, including a wonderful series of dancers, but the pieces that really stand out for me are strange things.

Perhaps my fascination with the microscopic comes, in part, from having a sister who studied microbiology and lived with my former wife and me while doing electron microscopy at Stanford. Perhaps it comes, in part, from auditing a course on cell biology at a nearby university. But in any case I feel, “why pay attention only to the human scale?”

One of my wife’s paintings (shown above) hangs on permanent exhibit in Amherst, in the science building of the University of Massachusetts. It honors the memory of Professor Lynn Margulis, who discovered evidence for “endosymbiosis”, the process in which one primitive cell engulfed another cell which survived as a resident, to their mutual benefit. At first the idea was thought to be crazy, but evidence piled up, and now her finding is in textbooks.

Called “Endosymbiosis,” Dubiner’s image is not only in the university where Margulis taught, but also in at least five publications. I was reminded of it by reading an old volume by Aldous Huxley. After writing his celebrated account of a mescaline experience (The Doors of Perception, 1954), Huxley produced a less noticed volume mainly on art that induces, or at least depicts, visionary experience (Heaven and Hell, 1956). In seeking vision-inducing art, Huxley focused both on things seen very close-up and on far-away landscapes.

<p>THE DEEP</p>


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With exceptions such as “The Deep,” Dubiner hasn't painted the heavens (or distant landscapes), but she does present life seen close up.. I wonder whether they attract me in part because they remind us of visionary states.

In Heaven and Hell, Aldous Huxley writes “Nature at the middle distance is familiar— so familiar that we are deluded into believing that we really know what it is all about. Seen very close at hand, or at a great distance, or from an odd angle, it seems disquietingly strange, wonderful beyond all comprehension.”

After taking the mindful molecule mescaline, Huxley searched his capacious memory for “vision-inducing art,” art that had the “gleam” of psychedelic or mystic experience. Even when depicting familiar things at the human scale, Dubiner’s art can suggest an intensity that is unusual. But most of her painting turns to objects seldom seen, whether the extremely tiny world, jungles unfamiliar to inhabitants of temperate zones, or undersea life. Above all, her art shows life as if humans could go where they are in fact never found, such as paragliders landing on a butterfly’s wing, gremlins glowering in the foliage, lovers encapsulated inside a floating sea creature, explorers making their way inside a lichen’s layers, or conversationalists palavering under water (the last three of which are illustrated below):



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<p><strong>MAN OF WAR</strong></p>


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What is the value of an art of mixed scales, or of other strangeness? According to Huxley’s interpretation of his day on mescaline, our brain is a “reducing valve,” which restricts our consciousness to what helps with survival. He doesn't say how the brain accomplishes this amazing feat, except for a vague and ridiculous theory about psychedelics reducing the “efficiency” of the brain by depriving it of adequate sugar. But we turn to Huxley not as a neurologist, but as a superb guide to at least part of what he calls the “antipodies” of the mind, the place where we find the opposite of ordinary consciousness

It is difficult to bring anything back from the visionary world where shimmering soap bubbles play in the air, only to be reduced, when most of us try to capture them, to a pathetic spatter of liquid. As an artist, Dubiner can import the shimmer.



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