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it seems that as a form of radical genuineness art contains a great deal of validation. i often wonder, given the conditions we have established, why more people aren’t suicidal or homicidal. i suspect in fact they are, it’s just that they’ve been punished ahead of time for speaking about it. to me this explains the low but persistently endemic level of human violence and cruelty, and the periodically horrifying epidemic flare ups. for example during WW I and II nearly half the world’s population became homicidal and managed to kill off 100 million of their conspecifics. the statistics are almost incomprehensible to me, just because we so rarely validate the endemic nature of such behaviors. because to speak it seems to me is to trust that someone won’t kill you for your expression. and artists of all kind start to look to me like journalists of the most urgent news imaginable. the news of one’s authentic experiences – both those we prefer and those we do not. if we can’t observe and describe a problem, how can we hope to solve it?



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one classic existential question is how to account for the fact that we die many times before we die. because we are self-aware—an assertion based on the rather outrageous notion that the brain doubles its own function in some mysterious and special way. while we would likely never say that the stomach digests about digestion we readily learn to affirm that the brain thinks about thinking. i suspect a more likely explanation for the so called existentialist predicament is that animals eventually evolved large emotional brains. the darwinian approach at least avoids the vexing problem of substance dualism. that is: the problem of a brain, unique example of a universe otherwise gone mad, that doubles its own function and thereby dis-covers the “truth” of its own singular existence.


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In the world of the digitized panopticon, everything can be revealed, so everything gets concealed. We are obsessed with appearance. Before, when film was innocent (when, like today, it was used by very few) pure figuration could grow of a natural science of being. But what that is today is as little understood as ever, and for this beings are everywhere “shot dead wholesale.” By the camera-phone as much by the gun. Thus, it is as appropriate that a urinal be signed and presented supine, as that we seek an art of the insufficient. Of the occasion when façades break down—call that the… indecisive moment. The skin heavy point where we forget oppression and just are. If only.


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Too often we hear that people were raped, or are depressed, or are suffering from being a certain religion, color, gender, or orientation as a matter of choice. To say that suffering of any kind is a matter of choice is one of the most absurdly invalidating notions I believe I have ever heard. No one chooses suffering. Suffering, for the most part, is a result of history. Heritable and learned factors that we encounter as children, long before any developmental hint of “choice.” The good news is that what can be learned can be unlearned. Even if we never encounter true “freedom” we can learn what is healthy (to do more of this) and what is unhealthy (to do less of that). That’s science. That’s escape from culturally learned absurdity and invalidation. That’s what I call freedom.



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Cliff hanger

Until photography, all art was inscription, and showed the artist herself, honestly. Photography trades on the illusion of anonymity. An invisible gate to the noumenal. Bring back the inscribed surface by a mark and you can re-dis-cover the arrogance of its technology. Is this what we need?



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In probably the most famous speech by a fictional character in the English language, Shakespeare presented the problem of decision under uncertainty. “To be or not to be.” That is, to continue or to change? Hamlet is suicidal at the time, stuck in emotion mind. As are millions, still. Yet the question persists whether to step off any more metonymous cliff? The artist faces it. The teacher. The business person. The therapist. The student. I myself consider it every day and can’t find the courage. Self-hate lives there: “The itch for death is like a turn in a wire.” The death of what for what? To overpaint a prior joy? Wherefore? By the time I hear the knock on the door, I’m already under the bed.



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Where on earth did we learn to entertain this notion that an operation performed on a finite set will yield the same result when applied to an infinite set? I am personally convinced that a world is a collection of facts, which are finite, not of things, which are infinite.



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