Dude, sublime romantic pretty much takes my personality, likes, and dislikes and cans it in two words. Weird, but true. So let’s check it out. You can see if you are one, too.
SUBLIME: The sublime is a form of expression in literature in which the author refers to things in nature or art that affect the mind with a sense of overwhelming grandeur or irresistible power. It is calculated to inspire awe, deep reverence, or lofty emotion, by reason of its beauty, vastness, or grandeur.
Sublime is AWESOME! And I LOVE to make sublime things. If I create something and it fails to inspire awe and emotion, I failed. My art and writings strive for the sublime.
Sublime also has a sense of darkness linked to it. Not like evil darkness, but like suffering-life-is-hard kinda darkness.
So, what gives with ROMANTIC? Does that mean I like candle-light dinners and roses? Yes, but that isn’t what it means entirely. That’s kinda the pop mini-wave of thought about romanticism.
I actually mean a romantic, in terms of a person who loves romanticism.
ROMANTICISM: This 18th century European movement was a complex artistic, literary, and intellectual movement. This movement validated strong emotion as an authentic source of aesthetic experience, placing new emphasis on such emotions as trepidation, horror and terror and awe—especially that which is experienced in confronting the sublimity of untamed nature and its picturesque qualities, both new aesthetic categories.
Being romantic has a certain dark element to it. It’s totally NOT the dreamer, rose-colored glasses girl. Romantic is more like you can not appreciate the light, without being aware of the darkness that threatens to steal it.
There’s a haunting quality that showcases the allure of the unknown. It suggests adventure, but it also implies danger or fear.
Romantic paintings are some of my all time favorite pieces of art. A huge clue is that they have a sense of hope and hopelessness that mingle together. It forms a tension in the work that is just wicked awesome.
The fact the Romantics were rebelling against the Enlightenment (logic-huggers) is also cool. Dude, life is not logical. I’ll say that parts of it are, but for the most part, it isn’t.
Things like love – dude, not logical. That’s why the word “crazy” is usually hanging around people in love. People in love act like they act like they are nuts.
Romanticism is for the folks who recognize the heartbreak they are risking by falling in love. The risk of heartache is what ties the darkness to love.
I’m gonna show you a typical painting from this period, in case you don’t get it yet. Sometimes seeing something makes it easier.
Caspar David Friedrich – The Wanderer Above the Sea of Fog – 1818.
See what I mean? The guy is looking off into an uncertain future, currently standing in the dark. You can’t see his face. The painting has darkness and light. And there is uncertainty – an uncertainty that echoes life. The uncertainity of not knowing who the guy is, what’s out there, and then the contrast of the jagged rocks compared to the smooth hills – it kinda makes you FEEL something for him. Some folks might even releate to him, even though you dont know who he is.
And that is the point of romantisicm – it draws on the common ground of pain and suffering, without disregarding the things that make life worth living – like love.
I’m a sublime romantic. I like things that have a dark awe radiating through them, because it shows the power to overcome, persevere, and survive – while still living a life full of heart.