As I stated in my previous post, I find the work of CG Jung intensely edifying and important to my own artistic path. That Jung painted was not unknown to me, as his mandalas and other iconic works were spread throughout his literature.
What a wonderful experience it was with the purchase of his famous Red Book. Jung didn’t like being called an artist. For him, it was description only… ‘clumsy’ attempts at condensing an idea of a thousand words into a picture. Hah.
The book is huge… even as a ‘coffee table’ item and this is why I included the metal ruler in the photo. The interesting thing is that it was important that it be huge, if only to capture the tiniest details so painstakenly worked into the fabric of his calligraphy and painting.
Yes… it’s an expensive book and one you’d be hard pressed to find at even great libraries and that is a shame. It deserves to be enjoyed by all. However, many who are not familiar with Jung’s journey over his lifetime would have their eyes glaze over reading the translation, which takes up half the (nearly) 700 pages of this expansive tome.
But I’m glad to have bought it.
Jung worked on this volume for most of his life and it shows. He’d demanded that it not be published until after his death, if ever, but here it is in all its glory.