Back again to the warm fuzzy world of round, vignetted, egg-shaped, ovaloids. I bought my Claude Glass on Alibaba. I wonder where Claude got his?
A long history of yearning for a different perspective. A tutor of mine who was something of an academic life drawing guru Bill Cadenhead, told me at my age, in his experimental days, he poked his eyes and made paintings about it. Stars and colours. He reverted to landscape painting quite quickly. It is interesting to read in the Andy Warhol Diaries how he was trying for abstraction late in life, that he found some kind of solace in camouflage but couldn’t make the full leap.
Selfie filters are a version of instant perfection. It goes way back of course…
Claude mirrors, Gray’s glasses, Cozens, Gilpin, the Picturesque. Ultraviolet.
A funny history of this is captured in the play Arcadia by Tom Stoppard. Set in front of French windows in a grand house, it switches between now and a time in 1809 when the garden behind was being transformed from a classical to a wild romantic place.
https://www.atlasobscura.com/articles/claude-glass
https://longreads.com/2019/07/11/the-ugly-history-of-beautiful-things-mirrors/
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