WEBVTT 00:00:00.000 --> 00:00:01.050 align:middle line:90% 00:00:01.050 --> 00:00:03.270 align:middle line:84% I carried my sleepy son to his bed 00:00:03.270 --> 00:00:06.270 align:middle line:84% and left his sleepy self to the digest of the night. 00:00:06.270 --> 00:00:09.600 align:middle line:84% I went to my room, thinking I would read and reflect 00:00:09.600 --> 00:00:12.180 align:middle line:84% on the night's strange and wonderful events. 00:00:12.180 --> 00:00:14.280 align:middle line:84% And then at early morning, I would 00:00:14.280 --> 00:00:16.910 align:middle line:90% start my mother's procession. 00:00:16.910 --> 00:00:21.020 align:middle line:84% My wife's same route, from house to funeral parlor, 00:00:21.020 --> 00:00:23.590 align:middle line:90% and from there to the grave. 00:00:23.590 --> 00:00:26.680 align:middle line:84% I always kept a stack of books on the night table, books 00:00:26.680 --> 00:00:29.560 align:middle line:84% I chose randomly, and whose pages I read in no order 00:00:29.560 --> 00:00:32.140 align:middle line:90% and in small bites. 00:00:32.140 --> 00:00:34.870 align:middle line:84% For this reason, I read very little fiction, 00:00:34.870 --> 00:00:38.080 align:middle line:84% enjoying poetry and aphoristic writings by artists, 00:00:38.080 --> 00:00:39.340 align:middle line:90% especially. 00:00:39.340 --> 00:00:43.060 align:middle line:84% It was to the French painter Ingres I turned to that night, 00:00:43.060 --> 00:00:46.000 align:middle line:84% thinking to find a sweet passage to ease me from images 00:00:46.000 --> 00:00:49.870 align:middle line:90% of death and pirated souls. 00:00:49.870 --> 00:00:57.220 align:middle line:84% "A true line," it read, "is closer to God than any church." 00:00:57.220 --> 00:01:00.280 align:middle line:84% It was a noble thought designed to assure artists 00:01:00.280 --> 00:01:03.760 align:middle line:84% of their value or to make them feel inadequate and forever 00:01:03.760 --> 00:01:05.970 align:middle line:90% striving. 00:01:05.970 --> 00:01:08.040 align:middle line:84% I repeated the sentence a few times, 00:01:08.040 --> 00:01:11.880 align:middle line:84% and then shut my eyes for the next few hours before daylight. 00:01:11.880 --> 00:01:13.980 align:middle line:84% Somehow, the artist's words made me 00:01:13.980 --> 00:01:16.230 align:middle line:84% more melancholy than the fantastic 00:01:16.230 --> 00:01:19.950 align:middle line:84% events on the pirate ship, more sad than my mother's death, 00:01:19.950 --> 00:01:25.090 align:middle line:84% which already seems so long ago, before there were mothers. 00:01:25.090 --> 00:01:28.210 align:middle line:84% Those words made me wonder why I ever wanted to be an artist. 00:01:28.210 --> 00:01:31.210 align:middle line:84% Why I ever wanted to live, though I never thought 00:01:31.210 --> 00:01:33.350 align:middle line:90% I wanted to die. 00:01:33.350 --> 00:01:35.480 align:middle line:84% I tried very hard to quiet myself, 00:01:35.480 --> 00:01:40.360 align:middle line:84% to keep my thoughts calm, but I could not. 00:01:40.360 --> 00:01:43.900 align:middle line:84% I wondered how my son was faring after such a powerful night. 00:01:43.900 --> 00:01:47.960 align:middle line:84% So I went down to his room, but he was not 00:01:47.960 --> 00:01:52.310 align:middle line:84% in his bed, which was perfectly made as if the housekeeper had 00:01:52.310 --> 00:01:56.300 align:middle line:84% come and trimmed the sheets and flattened out the blankets. 00:01:56.300 --> 00:01:58.640 align:middle line:84% I went from room to room, went up to the attic, 00:01:58.640 --> 00:02:00.830 align:middle line:84% and down to the basement, searching and searching 00:02:00.830 --> 00:02:02.000 align:middle line:90% for my boy. 00:02:02.000 --> 00:02:05.540 align:middle line:84% I went to my mother's room, but he was not there either. 00:02:05.540 --> 00:02:08.789 align:middle line:90% Or, oddly enough, was she. 00:02:08.789 --> 00:02:11.140 align:middle line:90% I would think about her later. 00:02:11.140 --> 00:02:14.670 align:middle line:84% For the moment however, I was not concerned about the mother, 00:02:14.670 --> 00:02:17.700 align:middle line:84% knowing that wherever her body was, mattered little, now 00:02:17.700 --> 00:02:20.890 align:middle line:84% that her soul was on its adventures. 00:02:20.890 --> 00:02:23.260 align:middle line:84% I had not yet started to grieve her death. 00:02:23.260 --> 00:02:25.600 align:middle line:84% So busy was I in the events of the night. 00:02:25.600 --> 00:02:31.300 align:middle line:84% But I knew that I had an eternity before me to grieve. 00:02:31.300 --> 00:02:35.100 align:middle line:84% I went out to my studio, sure that my son had gone there, 00:02:35.100 --> 00:02:36.990 align:middle line:84% where he had often come with his mother 00:02:36.990 --> 00:02:40.830 align:middle line:84% to visit me at my work, where he felt safe 00:02:40.830 --> 00:02:43.320 align:middle line:84% among the stacks of drawings and tubes of paint. 00:02:43.320 --> 00:02:45.960 align:middle line:84% Safe in the place where for all my regrets 00:02:45.960 --> 00:02:48.090 align:middle line:84% of not being the artist I had dreamed of being, 00:02:48.090 --> 00:02:50.790 align:middle line:90% I had been most happy. 00:02:50.790 --> 00:02:55.220 align:middle line:84% He liked my happiness, my boy, as had his mother. 00:02:55.220 --> 00:03:01.140 align:middle line:84% It made them feel safe, when nothing else was safe. 00:03:01.140 --> 00:03:03.440 align:middle line:84% "Imagine," I started to say, "imagine 00:03:03.440 --> 00:03:06.590 align:middle line:84% that my mother had so little control over her life, 00:03:06.590 --> 00:03:10.580 align:middle line:84% as to have her husband die on the phone in mid-sentence. 00:03:10.580 --> 00:03:13.280 align:middle line:84% And imagine how little she had to say over things 00:03:13.280 --> 00:03:18.420 align:middle line:84% that she herself had died in mid-read, so to speak. 00:03:18.420 --> 00:03:20.870 align:middle line:84% So little control over our life, and none 00:03:20.870 --> 00:03:22.460 align:middle line:90% in death and its aftermath. 00:03:22.460 --> 00:03:24.680 align:middle line:84% No voice to say where your soul went, 00:03:24.680 --> 00:03:26.600 align:middle line:90% as if it went anywhere at all. 00:03:26.600 --> 00:03:30.020 align:middle line:84% Granted it had not been plucked from your last breath, 00:03:30.020 --> 00:03:34.910 align:middle line:84% and stowed aboard a pirate ship for trading. 00:03:34.910 --> 00:03:36.020 align:middle line:90% "Don't give it a thought." 00:03:36.020 --> 00:03:38.840 align:middle line:84% My mother answered once, when as a boy 00:03:38.840 --> 00:03:41.910 align:middle line:84% I asked where we went when we died. 00:03:41.910 --> 00:03:44.650 align:middle line:84% I did not give it a thought for a long time, 00:03:44.650 --> 00:03:46.500 align:middle line:84% having erased the question from my view 00:03:46.500 --> 00:03:49.000 align:middle line:90% until after my wife died. 00:03:49.000 --> 00:03:52.240 align:middle line:84% But soon after, I wondered whether the dead ever 00:03:52.240 --> 00:03:55.560 align:middle line:84% missed the living, or whether they entered a new world 00:03:55.560 --> 00:03:57.720 align:middle line:84% where nothing of the past lived, and when 00:03:57.720 --> 00:04:01.480 align:middle line:84% no one who had lived in it mattered any longer. 00:04:01.480 --> 00:04:04.540 align:middle line:84% My mother dreamed of an eternity spent 00:04:04.540 --> 00:04:08.710 align:middle line:84% in a library, where she could read all the books of all 00:04:08.710 --> 00:04:12.110 align:middle line:90% the world in all the languages. 00:04:12.110 --> 00:04:14.840 align:middle line:84% "How many millions of books there would be, 00:04:14.840 --> 00:04:18.980 align:middle line:84% mom," I said, awed by such a project. 00:04:18.980 --> 00:04:19.820 align:middle line:90% "Yes," she said. 00:04:19.820 --> 00:04:24.410 align:middle line:84% But one day, in just another day of eternity, 00:04:24.410 --> 00:04:26.910 align:middle line:84% she would have read every book ever written. 00:04:26.910 --> 00:04:31.410 align:middle line:90% And then, where would she be? 00:04:31.410 --> 00:04:34.410 align:middle line:84% The studio except for the feeling of stale dust 00:04:34.410 --> 00:04:37.440 align:middle line:84% and emptiness was as much as I had left it, 00:04:37.440 --> 00:04:39.600 align:middle line:84% except that the paintings looked tired, 00:04:39.600 --> 00:04:41.880 align:middle line:90% sagging on their stretchers. 00:04:41.880 --> 00:04:46.260 align:middle line:84% Paintings need to be seen or they languish, wither 00:04:46.260 --> 00:04:48.600 align:middle line:90% and die on the vine. 00:04:48.600 --> 00:04:52.380 align:middle line:84% My unfinished Poussin was leaning, languishing 00:04:52.380 --> 00:04:54.690 align:middle line:84% against a windowless wall, though I 00:04:54.690 --> 00:04:56.370 align:middle line:84% was sure I had left it on the easel 00:04:56.370 --> 00:05:00.450 align:middle line:84% when I went out to visit the ship at Angkor. 00:05:00.450 --> 00:05:03.030 align:middle line:84% I would have loved to have finished that canvas. 00:05:03.030 --> 00:05:05.550 align:middle line:84% And this time, I hoped I would have the courage 00:05:05.550 --> 00:05:08.400 align:middle line:84% to paint my wife's face where the shepherdesses were supposed 00:05:08.400 --> 00:05:09.570 align:middle line:90% to be. 00:05:09.570 --> 00:05:12.150 align:middle line:84% The courage to leave for however long it 00:05:12.150 --> 00:05:16.140 align:middle line:90% lasted, a trace of my heart. 00:05:16.140 --> 00:05:18.540 align:middle line:84% My son was not in the studio, even 00:05:18.540 --> 00:05:22.650 align:middle line:84% though the morning sunlight now flooded the large sad room. 00:05:22.650 --> 00:05:25.320 align:middle line:84% What I mean is that although it was light, 00:05:25.320 --> 00:05:27.430 align:middle line:90% he had still not appeared. 00:05:27.430 --> 00:05:29.560 align:middle line:84% Whatever that meant, I was worried now 00:05:29.560 --> 00:05:31.600 align:middle line:84% because I missed him so much, and I 00:05:31.600 --> 00:05:34.210 align:middle line:84% was frightened of a life where I would always miss him. 00:05:34.210 --> 00:05:36.860 align:middle line:90% 00:05:36.860 --> 00:05:39.710 align:middle line:84% "I'll miss you too, of course," I said guiltily to my wife, 00:05:39.710 --> 00:05:43.460 align:middle line:84% in case she had read my thoughts from somewhere in the universe. 00:05:43.460 --> 00:05:45.680 align:middle line:84% "And I'll miss you too as well," I said to my mother, 00:05:45.680 --> 00:05:48.910 align:middle line:84% not wanting her to feel left unloved. 00:05:48.910 --> 00:05:51.760 align:middle line:84% But, of course, missing a son is different from missing 00:05:51.760 --> 00:05:56.020 align:middle line:84% all others, who return to you in various guises. 00:05:56.020 --> 00:05:59.095 align:middle line:84% But unlike sparrows, sons do not return in the spring. 00:05:59.095 --> 00:06:01.640 align:middle line:90% 00:06:01.640 --> 00:06:05.590 align:middle line:84% In the middle of my musings, the door opened, 00:06:05.590 --> 00:06:09.280 align:middle line:84% and my son came in with a beautiful young woman. 00:06:09.280 --> 00:06:13.240 align:middle line:84% He was tall now with a faint red mustache, 00:06:13.240 --> 00:06:15.610 align:middle line:84% and he walked with a seaman's gait, 00:06:15.610 --> 00:06:20.440 align:middle line:84% as if to study himself against the rolling deck of the world. 00:06:20.440 --> 00:06:23.470 align:middle line:84% He had his arms about the beautiful woman's waist. 00:06:23.470 --> 00:06:27.400 align:middle line:84% He was full of smiles for him-- she was full of smiles for him. 00:06:27.400 --> 00:06:29.380 align:middle line:84% And she held-- and he held her like a man, 00:06:29.380 --> 00:06:31.780 align:middle line:90% confident that he is loved. 00:06:31.780 --> 00:06:34.750 align:middle line:84% I was happy for him, and wished my mother could see him, 00:06:34.750 --> 00:06:38.280 align:middle line:90% a young man in love. 00:06:38.280 --> 00:06:44.430 align:middle line:84% "Dad," he said in a sigh, as a low sigh of evocation, memory, 00:06:44.430 --> 00:06:46.370 align:middle line:90% and longing. 00:06:46.370 --> 00:06:48.530 align:middle line:84% Then he slowly looked about the studio, 00:06:48.530 --> 00:06:53.720 align:middle line:84% even above at the beams under the high open ceiling, looked 00:06:53.720 --> 00:06:58.100 align:middle line:84% about as if searching for me on our old life there. 00:06:58.100 --> 00:06:59.450 align:middle line:90% But I was nowhere to be found. 00:06:59.450 --> 00:07:02.430 align:middle line:90% 00:07:02.430 --> 00:07:03.000 align:middle line:90% Thank you. 00:07:03.000 --> 00:07:05.450 align:middle line:90% [AUDIENCE APPLAUDS] 00:07:05.450 --> 00:07:07.000 align:middle line:90%