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Fourth Vision
Lily is then seen to pause a bit while she seems to share with Mr. Carmichael the same thoughts
about Mr. Ramsay and what he has done, when, quickly, as it she were recalled by something over there,
she turns to her canvas and takes up her brush. There it washer picture. She then looks at the steps of
the house where she had earlier felt she could see an image of Mrs. Ramsay but they were empty; she
looked at her canvas; it was blurred. With a sudden intensity as if she saw it clear for a second, she drew a
line there in the centre. It was done, it was finished. Yes, she thought, laying down her brush in extreme
fatigue, I have had my vision. And with these words, which end the novel, it appears that Lilys dreams of
capturing her fleeting inspiration and making of the moment something permanent are at last realised.
Need of Complete Concentration
Lilys delay and difficulties in realising her vision shows that she is really going through the pangs of
creation. Art requires complete concentration, and concentration comes when the artist has purged
herself or himself from the various contradictory pulls in her or his mind. In fact art requires a placidity of
mind when the artist can put her or his heart and soul into the work. This is precisely the state of mind
that Lily Briscoe is not able to achieve until late in the novel. She was not getting her picture right at all.
She could not bring on the canvas what she vaguely thought and wanted to paint. In a way she was not
very sure what she wanted to make of her picture. She was getting a whole host of hazy notions which she
was unable to grasp and tame on her canvas. There was the problem of filling in one empty space on the
canvas. She was afraid that if she carried out the proposed changes, the unity of the work might be
destroyed.
Seclusion and Isolation
This also must have to be accepted that an artist has to work amidst people, amidst the ordinary
commerce of life, however much one might yearn for seclusion, one has to live the life around. And a
pertinent question to ask here is whether art created in isolation from the squalor and dirt of life, its joys
and its sorrows, its pains and its failures, and the hopes and the aspirations of the people aroundcan
such an art in isolation from these things be a truly authentic art? Is art the solitary contemplation of the
artist or is it a reflection of life? The idea that art is purely the solitary contemplation of the artist is
absolutely erroneous. Such an art is bound to be pale and weak,subjective and eccentric. The life-blood of
art is provided by the life actually led by the people and the artist must reflect the progressive urges of his
times. Such an artist will be less likely to face frustrations and heart-breaks, which a painter like Lily has
often to experience.
To Identify with People around and Sympathise
A true artist should be motivated not only by the genuine creative urges but by a cause greater than
himself or herself. In the later part of the novel Lily Briscoe gathers up all her energies and makes up her
mind to complete the picture. But it is only after she is able to sympathise with Mr. Ramsay after he has
left for the lighthouse that the deadlock in Lily Briscoes painting is broken. Onset of the feelings of love
and sympathy releases her creative parts. With a curious physical sensation, she makes her first decisive
stroke. The brush descends on the canvas a second time and then a third. Pausing and flickering, she
attains a rhythmical movement, as if the pauses were one part of the movement and strokes another. And
all were related. So appeared the lines on the canvas that enclosed the nasty vacant spot. Thus we also get
an idea of the artist at work as Lily paints. She loses consciousness of the world around being completely
lost in her picture. And as she lost consciousness of everything around, her mind kept throwing up from
its depth scenes, names, sayings, memories, and ideas like a fountain.
Conclusion
Lily Briscoe is by no means the main character in To The Lighthouse, but she has more moments of
vision than any other figure in this novel. She is acutely aware of the frustration of trying to translate
moments of intensity into worthwhile art, to capture in her painting the thing itself before it has been
made anything. Art, whether it be poetry or painting, brings forth the life-blood of the artist. And it is
hardly possible to know from the finished product the travails and tribulations, the frustrations and
hardships that the artist has gone through in his attempt to bring the work to fruition. And finally it may
be stated with assertion that Virginia Woolf has endeavoured to express through Lily Briscoe her views on
the problems of creative activity, artistic sensibility and the relationship that exists between art and life.