1 result for (book:ur1 AND session:679 AND stemmed:linden)
6/95 (6%)
mystical
Linden
photograph
n.y
church
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(Picking up the photo of me:) Not in this picture, but quite alive, was your brother Linden. You insisted upon using your abilities, and tried for years to fit them into the commercial pattern, where they were accepted financially and socially, and in terms of your self-image. Finally you grew outside of the structure.10 When you did, you made the artificial division in which good art would not sell — but you would do it anyway.
You would make your creativity real, in sense terms. Linden would not. He would keep it safely inside a “play” structure — not play necessarily in basic terms, but a structure in which he would work with models, cleverly, never applying his creative abilities in certain ways to a practical reality. They would be outside, safely, in that context.
[... 1 paragraph ...]
Your own character is in its way more direct, meaning that you maintained a more immediate focus. When that picture was taken, however, your parents were beginning to realize their difficulty. Your first year was one in which your father and mother were filled with expectation. Linden sensed that lack. He was secure, but not as secure as you had been, as the division between your parents was beginning to show.
Linden uses words now as a framework to contain creativity and communication, rather than to express them. You were more free-roaming here (in the photo) as a child because you felt safer physically. Linden was far less venturesome in that respect….
[... 22 paragraphs ...]
9. I described that childhood photograph of myself at the beginning of the session. My parents had three sons. As the oldest, I was born on June 20, 1919; next came Linden, 13 months later; the youngest, Richard, followed me by 9 years. (Both names have been changed.)
The three of us got along well as children, although our natures and interests varied considerably. All of us went through grade school and high school in Sayre, a railroad town in northeastern Pennsylvania: Our father settled his family there in 1923 when he opened an auto-repair and battery shop. The separations in the family began to happen after Linden and I graduated from high school, left Sayre, and started to work our respective ways through college and an art school. Then came long periods of military service for the three of us (World War II for Linden and me). Years passed before I understood how much my parents had been affected by the departure of their children.
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