A work of art is essentially reality, yet not essentially just part of reality.
Art was seen as decoration of men’s microcosms, so as
, la simulazione, la rappresentazione, tra le altre cose, della natura, arricchimento di dettagli e intagli all’interno del
understanding of the
, we say in 1612 through to 1687. Now, in which way exactly gravity as a force is something different from network connectivity and connectivity-processed inputs? What used to be limited to a set of tools has now grown in potential, and since centuries the role of human making within the world has been clearing.
It is so early, that it’s only normal to feel overwhelmed by the surge in craft potential of the last decades. Keep in mind that “[it] must give
not a sense of frustration
but a sense of completion, […] of enlargement —
revivification of values
The artwork becomes part of reality when not final, not ultimate and eventually limited; but (art)works are always
way as a volcano eruption or a public scandal are, and essentially
tend to define reality
in an ultimate way.
An artist can’t but try an ultimate
of her object — be it a sitter or an idea. Art/human production is no metaphor.
If we imagine that in a 1000 years an artist could realise an artwork involving the creation of a second sun, we see this potential justified.
A whole world opens up in front of your eyes: you turn to content against form:
what should the
exploited by this potential be?
And to this garden,
Marcella, ever seeking detail,
out of dark, and
Here, take our mind’s space
HERE is a space, a name, a will,
a light, which the onlooker is not for a moment permitted to witness as an illusion. “
Today where everything is being brought into sight,
the realism of art has bewildered us
”. “I find that there is work to be done in the creation of new forms,
[…] and that beauty is related […]
to a state
in which reality plays a part”.
“no man can suffer
the fragmentary nature of his understanding of his own life
What is the relationship of our understanding — our relationship — to the objects of this world? We all have images, ideas, consequent impressions of them — even if our impression is the lack of any interest — judgements, values to order them — all ways which Kant
, in varying measure, “having an object [present to the understanding]” —
When the understanding looks for conformity between our conceptions and their objects, we must consider the reality of our conceptions. This is granted by the “active”,
relationship of production of our intuition to conceiving (in so far as conceptions are conform to intuition, as Kant would may have put it). Through intuition, our conception of reality/objects is not only equally but additionally real, and any conformity becomes a direction, a game, irrelevant.
The potential of conceiving bridges into the physical and empirical along our physicality as humans, which is increasing across time as we develop our physical potential.
However physicality per-se is not the proper object of our intuition. Science is just a language. Truth is not in science — scientific conclusions are not true but just proven. Truth is in science as prophecy, still, today, when we are beginning “to discover the truth that in great [
a creative force is at work making objects which alone complete science and allow intelligence to survive
Attention turns to definition.
Stay with definition. Your analysis in laboratories, your social references for politics, replication for spectacle — and stay with definition. Not to make work to understand your parent-child relationship — make work to have two mothers, to let someone be a father
and not to look for, and not to waste the
electricity & fire of poetry
, aim it please,
please Allen, please, why couldn’t you aim it, Allen, why was it only vanity
WE NEED MORE CONTENT-ORIENTED THEORY
Now that coding is a language,
theory must be revalued.
WE NEED MORE DIRECTION
What we heard before: inspired technical creation is recreation of the universe (
); or at least it shares some kinship with ‘divine’ creation (
); and actually it is the natural that should ‘imitate’ our making (
, springing into the
industry of culture
There is no divine making outside of making itself. ‘Meant to be imitated’ is a direction ahead of art making
. But making
as definition, which is what makes all these statements true in their own respect
, and human the place/matrix/force of truth in nature — art as definition springs in a thousand (conic) directions, like a sun-ray.
What we heard before is the solitude of this force (any proper romantic cannot but be an ironist), misplaced
to the world.
“Now works of art cannot be left in this category […], they must be
, not realism but reality itself”.
Think of the ever been power of the word. Fast and clear; it is a miracle, the fact that
‘uncovers’ to your mind; that it can give things the chance to be clear before being so. Before being so in poetry, for the first time behind our eyes, in ‘essence’. Think of the first born defining the role of mothership with his/her words, by crying out her need. Think of
, think of
Man has the capacity of singling out themes and give a sense to reality.
Projects realised today in this mentality still belong to the practice of forecast. They could compete in relevance with central banks if their makers gave them equal space and concentration (and if they were granted a pay matching any central bank’s employees).
Here is the potential of something small — in its relationship to the rest of the world, in its forecast of behaviour and consequences under a certain aegis and image of the world.
The vivid transparency that you bring is peace.
Perceiving the idea of this invention, this invented world,
[…] And seeing the sun again with ignorant eye
And seeing it clearly in the idea of it. […]
It is the celestial ennui of apartments
That sends us back to the first idea.
The monastic man is an artist.
[…] But the priest desires. The philosopher desires.
It is desire at the end of winter […]
Of what we feel from what we think, of thought,
Beating in the heart, […]
That gives a candid kind to everything.
[…] [that] inscribes a primitive astronomy.
There was a myth before the myth began,
Venerable and articulate and complete.
From this the poem springs: that we live in a place
That is not our own and, much more, not ourselves
[…] that we add to them”
And we sit here
There in the arena