Indefinable Loss


Morgan Meis associates fall with the paintings of Peter Breugel the Elder:

He didn't paint the seasons as merely aesthetic motifs. He painted them as actors, as entities with agency. The seasons make you do things, literally. They make you feel one way and not another, literally. Bruegel managed to paint the compulsion.

It is impossible to stare at Bruegel's autumnal painting “Return of the Herd,” for more than a minute or two without becoming autumn-minded in your own head. The dark clouds are creeping this way across the horizon. The animals careless beasts! must be rounded up and brought back over the hills. The barren trees at this crest compel one to pull the coat a little tighter and cuddle into oneself even if the temperature does not fully warrant it yet. That is what Fall want from us, and the body submits.