Oct, ’23. Mimesis.

most things start simply at lines.

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sound is stealing from us.

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distinctions happen because everything begins to our eyes as in/complete pictures. the precision of the image already gets whittled down gradually by the necessity to interpret an image under a language, the first of which being the private language we are the only participants in (the only one that doesn’t obey logics/grammars that it had no part in deciding). the greater the tree expands, to which we need to communicate an image to others, the greater the original ‘picture’ becomes tarnished- language is in this respect inefficient and immobile; Wittgenstein would attest that the limits of my language means the limits of my world.

the solid ‘pictures’ however lack validity and identity without any fragment of their smaller parts, existing as that which can only be holistically or hermetically perceived, thus, leaving the definition of an expression (artistic or not) utterly reliant on our ability in distinction, which is unreliable enough itself.

herein lie the boundaries for what quantifies an artistic expression. everything delineated is as improper, fragile, and irrational as what is trying to be described, but art has always existed as a heuristic medium.

"Catastrophe I. Destruction, anti-art: behind every stripped-down façade, an underlying layer becomes visible, behind a torn-down building: the open landscape."

-Peter Ablinger, Now!(p.96)

"Art in relation to life is nothing more than a glove turned inside out. It seems to have the same shapes and contours, but it can never be used for the same purpose. Art teaches nothing about life, just as life teaches us nothing about art."

-Morton Feldman, Vertical Thoughts(p.3)