but I doodled my thoughts out sitting in bed earlier, it will help me make things to know what and why I am making:
The art and the artist.
Stage dressing.
Stage management.
There is no such thing as a truly autonomous source of information-
So, by assuming imaginative aspects, the artist becomes the piece – or at least the actions to conceive it. No matter how the ‘art’ is created or collected, the artist/curator is making the selection; taste dictating style, taste dictates to the artist, the artist dictates the selection.
Duchamp -> the process of art IS that selection.
Like a running linear narrative, we don’t write down everything because it would go on forever.
When we tell stories we omit the ‘irrelevant’ and overplay our roles.
-autonomy?
These are our choices, but are we free to choose?
Biomechanisms.
Primers.
You set it up to watch it fall.
Couched in the language.
The experience IS idiolect.
One’s own words to describe one’s own feelings. Like when people argue about colours – what looks more blue to you may look more green to me.
The individual abstract impulses - What are our thoughts and feelings anyway?
Tiny particles flooding thru the myriad synapses in the mind that bring us to focus.
On what and why?
Richard Dawkins innateness.
Instinctual things.
Self-preservation and mate selection...
‘Intellectual’ things.
X – ability to understand / think / reason
X – particular person’s mind or intelligence
INTELLECT – [latin] intellectus: comprehension
INTELLIGENCE – [latin] intellegere : to understand (but literally TO CHOOSE BETWEEN).
Drawn to things.
Fond memories. Yearnings. Essentially all things we have been, all things we have done – everything before leads directly to NOW.
Like flinching at sudden movements and sight sound smell reducing people to tears.
The application of knowledge.
Intellegere – literally, to choose between.
Touchstones and archetypes.
Q: Instinctual collective unconscious?
A: Familiar encounters dense with a population.
The culture, language, environment around us.
The phenotype in conversation reduced by atavism
[ATAVISM - the recurrence of primitive characteristics that were present in distant ancestors but not in more recent ones.]
In simple terms – complexities simplified; irrelevant parts discarded and the rest framed in the manner we have learned.
X – if somebody told you how to make a dress, you would most likely make it the way they told you to.
When we think about ourselves we simplify, do not give credit to our own biological automata, to our lack of influence on things, do not let people sit as pretty on this imagined throne as we do and keep the others on the threshold.
Conscious or unconscious?
Interestingly, automaton comes from the Greek atuomatos meaning ‘spontaneous’.
(Cue abstract expressionism and automatic drawing.)
It’s like we’re tumbling down a great hill en masse in those inflatable spheres that people sometimes pay to roll down hills in. And some of us like it. And some of us feel sick. And somewhere within you (for you ARE your body) something occurs and you make the seemingly autonomous decision to stay inside or find an exit.
Genetics.
Neurological hard-wiring.
Well – how do we explain the complexities of the world that floods in around us.
How do we bypass the mind-bending elaborateness or how we are of, within and ‘returning’ to these outside circumstances.
Ah, theology.
We can relate things in the manner we are accustomed to. In the ways we are drilled as children to know these apparently amorphous shapes have sounds. That somehow these wiggles possess some quality of a strangely abstract AND physical vocalisation. (Words are abstract, sound is physical.)
The world is a strange and wonderful place and we are taught always to hold out hope and believe in the world despite the shockingly thin veil between us and utter ‘chaos’.
“Heaven and Earth are not kind: the ten thousand things are straw dogs to them.”
Nature does not ‘choose’. Things just happen within it.
But let us return to our creator/curator with his edgar-allan-poe-deeply-dreaming-nullifying-but-pleasant-like-the-emptiness-of-Tao seeming acts of the autonomous self to choose what to create and why.
I have found myself amidst a study of things simplified & controlled.
We compress emotion and muscle memory to certain actions and words
Anselm Kiefer wrangled with identity in post-Nazi Germany by expounding time and again atrocities and individuals to whom those atrocities happened.
Faces in the crowd.
Haunted playrooms.
I’m looking at things with a mythological bent because we all have a personal mythos –
Each protagonist with gods and crones and love.
Jagged irregular yet recurring narratives of the self in conscious thought.
What is mundane to you may be almost miraculous to me.
This little shoe box stage for marionettes <3
And stepped back, all across the world – each piece so small, and all the pieces of those pieces to the impossibility of infinity. Everything.
We are wonderfully and fearfully evolved.
Meaning will become clear in time.
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