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Story and Painting by Lehan Winifred Ramsay
The Japanese have this word: amaeru. It describes a kind of behaviour in a relationship, it’s sometimes described as love-dependancy.
If your kids always call you up from the middle of nowhere asking for a ride when they know you’re busy, you could describe that as amaeru behaviour. If a friend is constantly involving you in their squabbles with other people, that could be amaeru. If someone in your family is always using the last of the milk knowing that they are supposed to get some more and just not doing it, if someone at the office always slips off early when the work is not done because you always let them get away with it, you could describe that as amaeru. Usually it’s someone pushing acceptable behaviour in a relationship, and more often someone who is in the less strong position. And someone who lets them get away with it.
But turn it around. Amaeru can tell us a lot about our relationships. Given that a relationship is the kind of stickiness, the glue between two or more people, which of your relationships is sticky, and which are a little more tenuous? Imagine that you are busy doing a number of things for different people, all about the same importance. Which of those things would you do first, which would you be more likely to forget about? Amaeru behaviour can tell us how close we sense the relationship to be, and how durable. Amaeru is most easily seen between parents and children, or lovers, or people working in a group.
We sometimes have quite different relationships to what we assume or to how they appear, and only realize it when we’ve pushed things too far. Amaeru is about that pushing; it’s a test – an unacknowledged attempt to see how far we can go.

There’s something about that wavy brushwork…., I can’t put my finger on it, and the way the impasto edges pick it out and “electrify” it. At first I didn’t like the palette, something about “blue and green etc.”, but now I’m used to it I find I particularly like it
I like it alot. It has a similar “myhtic” quality to some indigenous art I’ve seen.
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In the Wiradjuri language there’s a word “amaroo” which means “beautiful place” and this name was given to a shallow valley between Borenore (meeting rock generally, or in this specific case, the big rock at the Boree ground) and Molong (“many rocks”). It’s all farmland now, mostly grazing and a few orchards, so sadly whatever it was that was specially beautiful about the place is long lost.
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This is very good stuff Lehan. I really like and I certainly ‘get’ it. From the beginning I brought my daughters up to be as dependent as they wished. The result was two very independent young women who call for help/assistance/advice when they need it.
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Any flooding your way, Viv ? Plenty of rain here, almost too much, and we had to do some sand-bagging to prevent the water going into the garage…
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No flooding here Helvi but the Wodonga side has had plenty of flash flooding in town as drains can’t cope with huge sudden deluge. Our tanks have been in overflow mode for ages so it is weird to be saying ‘have a long shower’. The ground is a bit iffy though – neighbour slashed/mowed our main paddock on Friday and got bogged twice. Hubby went to mow with the ride-on and got deeply bogged. The drainage on the side of our gravel road is a mess but our actual driveway has survived better than expected. Plants have gone feral – my 8 grapevines grew nearly 10 feet in two weeks – I cut it back to normal yesterday.
Those sandbags would have been heavy – hope neither of you overdid it.
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Fabulous painting! I love the mystery of the thing per se myself, or rather as I see it. It does put in mind Paul Simon’s lyric … “Was a sunny day/Not a cloud was in the sky/not a negative word was heard/From the people passing by…
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sandshoe, loved those boys, Simon and Garfunkel…
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That one was from Paul Simon’s ‘There Goes Rhymin’ Simon’ album, H. Yes, I have loved Paul and Art. They were certainly my inspiration for a more than usual amount of singing in the shower… ‘The 59th Street Bridge Song (Feeling Groovy)’ sure made an impression.
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It’s Harold Holt.
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But I think it’s a dam, or a constructed body of water, between two bodies of water. Not the ocean.
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There are three similar paintings, like a kind of Google zoom, or a drift into the unconscious. I was reading a bit of Satre’s Being and Nothingness at the time, I’d read it in College, it took me into a bit of an Underworld….
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It made me wonder if the structure for Google Maps came from the way we retrieve information in our own brains.
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Google Maps? Might be possible to convert this painting to ‘a street view’, Sandshoe wonders, wondering what the artist means. In time, she will likely figure it out.
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This one kind of is the street view.
This is the series.
http://lehanramsay.blogspot.com/2010/05/blog-post_17.html
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An Underworld that is not as scary looking as some. I like the layers. I like the possibilities. I like the permission of seeming inactivity surrounded by such a pleasing current of lapping water, which surround looks unusual in the context of my understood experience of ‘a college’. It has ‘a lolly water’ look to it now I think to render fluid the beautiful colours of a boiled sweet such as I might be given at the end of a school day of niceties and accurate spelling. How much more satisfying to come home to a sweetmeat of Lehan’s and enjoy the subjective trip of a lying flat down waltz between slices of blue… sponge cake cream and almond nougat (perhaps 🙂 I’m kidding the last tweensy bit. A little bit. This is one of the most beautiful paintings I have ever seen.)
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People use behaviours that work for them; if I stop accepting someone’s behaviours, I usually find that they realise it’s not working anymore and they change…
It’s easy to take the EASY option…
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That is poetry painting. The floating person in a symbiotic relationship with the sea and the same for the fish. Lovely work of art.
Perhaps amaeru works a bit like that as well. Some people do what works best for them. Some dependency and expectation for others to accept that, is what perhaps amaeru is about as well.
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Yes, what I said about how durable the relationship is….we don’t do amaeru to someone who would be likely to respond very negatively, so in a case that we had to let someone down or disappoint them and we cared about them, there would be a good chance that we would be least careful with the person we were closest to, figuring they would forgive us…
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Now I relate to it totally as a womb, which fits in with the sea too. But the fish doesn’t work for me.
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I looked quickly through my paintings for one to illustrate the piece and chose this one, Vivienne. So it’s not a match.
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It’s just a slip of the fingers Lehan. Advance absolution. 🙂
wrt the painting: Like your choice.
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Gez, gee, we are joned at the hip, saying the same thing and only three minutes apart, is there ‘amaeru’ at play here 🙂
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That’s amore.
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I must admit that I recenetly realised just how much I care for my eldest (23 yo) son, who, in spite of being short, is well muscled, agile, and pretty capable of landing a verbal or physical blow. Anyhoo, I found out that one of his comtempories had physically threatened him. I was going to punch the fat ugly bastard, kick him in the guts, bury him upside down, piss on his ugly head… well, you get the idea…amaeru.
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…when the moon hits your eye like a big pizza pie
that’s amaeru
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It’s a great definition to have, M! It kind of puts childish behaviour into some perspective. I’ve said to students that they are amaeru-ing, when they were avoiding doing stuff, and it makes sense to them immediately. It’s not that they are doing something to me, it’s that they have slipped into a certain kind of behaviour.
I read somewhere that amaeru is encouraged in children. The mothers used to bind the childen to their chest so they could work, they still do sometimes. The children were moved around as their mothers moved. Amaeru is a good trait for a child and has to be given up when one becomes an adult. Except that there are times when it is brought back into play, sometimes deliberately, to minimize a problem. Because amaeru can also explain away what could be a serious infringement of some kind.
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I’m first to admit that my behaviour was completely childish and irrational!!
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It’s interesting. One of the things that makes us the maddest is when something we feel protective of is threatened. We seem much less fearful in those circumstances, and often more likely to react physically than if we ourselves are threatened. It brings to mind that TV series The Hulk from years ago. That’s sort of how it feels, that kind of rage.
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Big M! Someone would have had to send for the emergency services and some jerk would have treated this jerk with … well … tender loving care with a bit of amaeru thrown in because after all, two people is a group however created by social expectation and the jerk that was threatening is a victim of a father whose childish personality and irrational thinking has near killed the half dead jerk. Much has to be discovered. The only way is amaeru. “How y’ goin’ then mate. We’ll have you out of the cement mixer in a jiff. Head first is the least of our problems mate. Now, would you mind answering a few questions while we send for the jaws of life to set you free.” 😉
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There was some poetic justice, the boss of both lads threatened to job the silly bugger at another social situation, on the same weekend!
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I think we get the idea 🙂
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O.
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That could possibly do with two of those ‘Os’.
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