BVCuma on sat 24 aug 02
Martin wrote:
>>But more important that that, whatever the artist intended his/her =
work to
mean or to be is, in fact meaningless. As soon as a work of art leaves =
its
creator it takes on a meaning, intention, indeed life of its own that is
afforded it by the new viewer, listener, or reader. There is no =
universal or
correct meaning for art, there is only the individual's experience of =
the
work.<<
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Hi Martin,
Toss me a lure like this and I have to go after it...
complex as it is.
I think intention and particularly meaning in expressing art
result in impediments to universal energies...
Life is essentially meaningless..
an absurd task to make it into something
comprehensible to the impotent and groping mind..
Life simply IS.
So we have "secondary" arts which seek to
give meaning and answers to life...
or recipients who attempt to attach the same.
For example sunshine is universal...
and on an elemental level it is the same for everyone.
But when secondary circumstances "compound" the situation=20
individual interpretations begin to diversify into unique equations.
A technician may manufacture a "sunny" realistic rendition
that anyone can understand...
and will have as many meanings that will depend on=20
individual and personal memories or idealism's.
The abstraction attempts to go beyond the=20
superficial reality of the physical manifestation.
Breaking down the compounds looking for
the essential origins of light energy...
possibly his consciousness acts as a prism
and the light is refracted into its elemental spectrum.
The so called "meaning" lost to a gross observation.
The artist is driven to transcend into subtler vibrations...
"meaning" is no longer his pursuit..
He is consumed by some inner necessity...
a misconstrued in a misguided effort to define the indefinable
This unknowable territory in which he enters cannot be sublimated for =
his thinking faculties.
Desperation's become too intense...there is no going back now.
And without a clue as to the the secrets of inner alchemy...
He goes mad..is institutionalized..commits suicide.
Not prepared to let go of his mind he is consumed..
The artist and the philosopher suffer the same tortures..
self inflicted.
I believe art in the true sense acts as a tuning fork...
And one who can be free from thought and conditioning
trancending into levels beyond mere personal interpretations...
Can be shaken to his very roots if the variables are in alignment...
Vibrating with a joy and enegy never felt..tears stream from
a heart exploding in a bliss beyond individual scope...
The aesthetic experience...universal in nature.
I think your statement is true
and felt stimulated to add to it...
of course taking an extreme veiwpoint to
amplfy the "intent" of my "meaning" ; )
psychobabble...
nodoubt!
Bruce
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