Landschap met molen langs een oever 1846 - 1913

Isidore Meyers etched this landscape with a mill along a riverbank on paper. Windmills, like the one dominating the horizon, symbolize more than just agrarian life. They tap into something primordial: the cyclical nature of existence. Consider the ancient motif of the wheel, seen in mandalas or the Wheel of Fortune, emblems of cosmic order and destiny. The windmill, with its turning sails, echoes this, yet it's grounded in the practical, in the daily grind of turning grain to bread. This duality fascinates me: the eternal in the everyday. Just as the serpent eating its tail represents infinity, the windmill perpetually rotates, eternally serving humanity. It’s a symbol reborn, its psychological weight shifting from the mystical to the mundane, yet still resonating with deep, subconscious rhythms. It is this tension—the sacred versus the secular—that breathes life into images, generation after generation.