“Shall any gazer see with mortal eyes, Or any searcher know by mortal mind? Veil after veil will lift -but here must be Veil upon veil behind”
~ Edwin Arnold
It’s a theme that keeps resurfacing and I’m trying to discover why, or what it is about the concept of the veil that keeps me fascinated. Physically so light, but culturally so heavy. It has all sorts of connotations, from concealment to protection, to sensuality, pretence or disguise. And in many cases smacks of dominance by one over another, through history and across gender, religions and cultures.
This particular veil is my filter to the world. Our bedroom curtains. Needed to be very full, and long, and, sunlit, float in the afternoon summer breeze. My way of transporting myself to the romantic France of my dreams.
They soften my view of the world, protection from harsh realities of light and weather, while never completely separating me from either. Close to the veil I can see clearly, but not be seen. Further back and the filter thickens. Reducing the impact of the outside world. Cloistering me.