September 17, 2018 · 10:09 am
Don’t psychoanalyze me. I pay a doctor for that.
Hey, you call that guy that you talk to a doctor? I mean, you don’t get suspicious when your analyst calls you at home at three in the morning and weeps into the telephone?
Alright, so he’s unorthodox. He’s a highly qualified doctor.
He’s done a great job on you, y’know. Your self esteem is like a notch below Kafka’s.
September 17, 2018 · 10:05 am
“My grandfather became senile when I was six. The word Alzheimer’s did not yet exist and no one in my family or in our community understood what had happened to him. His forgetfulness began with pestering my mother to serve meals we had just finished eating. Gradually he began to lose his way on familiar streets and had to be escorted home by the local police. One day, he no longer recognized our faces. Finally he could not recognize his own. As a child, I comprehended little of what I saw, but I remember thinking that people forgot everything when they died. I now understand how critical memories are to our identity, to a sense of self.”
(director Hirokazu Kore-eda)
September 17, 2018 · 9:56 am
Art is about the aesthetic perception of the viewer. The way the sun strikes a building at a particular time of day can be art. It’s about going into the space vs trying to impose the space to fit our narrative will.
Old values —-> humanistic values —-> don’t speak to presence/perception.
‘Telos’ is the ultimate aim in art. How we experience something is what makes it art. Aesthetic is rooted in experience.
Check out Karsten Harries: Metaphor and Transcendence