A broken Incest
The one who was able to understand the human soul was Freud, the man of the true desires, of the unwavering impulses. Not a spooky, unstable man (his grandfather, the neurologist) who was shamelessly servile to bourgeois power, but a straightforward master, a modest intellectual who appealed to the masses by mostly showing naked people.
In his intense sensuality and reality, Lucian is violent; in his honesty and boldness, he is pornographic; and in his upbeat exaltation of life through the terrible message of the static-natural-raw body, he is prurient. The primary science of the spirits is art, in which power and cruelty are subtracted from human knowledge. Where the synthesis is the art, Freud represents the polar opposite of his namesake and is essentially unknown to Dr. S.
Die Tiere, die wir sind
The relationship between people and animals is essential in Freud’s painting. It is simple to feel the nature of the flesh, the fragrance of the body, and its sex moisture by gazing at his portraits. The only plausible and possible method of human comprehension is through Freud’s interest in considering people like animals.
In “David and Eli,” this bond is strong. Mother Nature has established a bond of love and profound connection between the two. Both nude, free, and at peace, living in the present entirely calm; free of the crowds’ angry hypocrisy and profound malice.
In “Girl with a White Dog,” the lady’s sensuality, nearly pure, humiliated, like a nun unveiled, matches her friend’s drowsy softness, lying down on her legs. This is the unity we like, the one Lucian envisioned.
The Two Freud – A Reconciliation?
I don’t perceive any relationship between S. and L. Freud. Even the stances of his models do not convey the impression of a psychoanalytic session to me. The sitters on such sofas are not judged, but they are allowed to communicate their profound thoughts and wishes for their own reasons. His grandfather’s conscious or unconscious impact is purely negative, a subconscious desire and urge to oppose the culture of suppression and mental manipulation.
Ultimately, the true meaning of his artwork is concealed in his mind-heart, and it is now resting eternally in a better place, where the art is unspoiled. What matters is what you see whenever you watch his works and how you feel while you contemplate these masterpieces.
It is a type of psychoanalytic process in which the psychoanalyst is the viewer himself, the only one capable of retrieving its suffocated desires, blockers, and dreams suffocated under a thousand lies and coercion; not being led into the obscure unconscious dynamics by an external source, but thanks to the natural force that moves life itself.
I’m not meant to tell you what this energy is; you probably know, feel it, or you have never pondered it. It’s time to delve within yourself, ideally at a museum with your-our past.
“I prefer the company of animals more than the company of humans. Certainly, a wild animal is cruel. But to be merciless is the privilege of civilized humans.”
Sigmund Freud
Palmieri’s Diary 