I have begun to think about why beauty matters and what it means in the digital age. What is beauty in the age of machine perfection? Is there a difference in organic beauty and in machine beauty? How does the sublime in the machine age differ from beauty?
Lots of fodder. But one thing I am sure of now is that beauty at its core, and at its best is a cry of belief in each other. Beauty is not for the self, but for others, to share wonder and to express the possibilities of being human. To engage beauty is the most human of actions.
Last night I dreamt that I was trying to get into a painting class taught by George Bush. A painting class by George Bush.
I have been thinking a lot about the differences in art and the academic systems, post PhD. Having dealt first hand with the underlying incompatibility of art within academic systems, I think a lot about this and about the impact it had on my life. The thing that I am struck with is the incongruity of the systems. Art is about asking questions, the questions that need to be asked and ones we may not even know need to be asked. Academia is about answering specific questions, in a logical sequential manner. This the the underlying problem in the putting arts into an academic model without thinking of different modes of assessment. Art can not fit into an academic model that does not allow for boundaries to be pushed, and edges to be blurred. Academia does not sit easily with messy edges. Perhaps a third space must enter, I wonder if that is what inter-disciplinarity was supposed to offer.
At the end of the day Art must remain wild, must continue to confound us, to bring us awe. It can be nothing other than itself.
I will fear no beauty. I will instead embrace it, hold it, feel it, let it taste dissolve on my tongue. Beauty is formed from the greatest hope. To believe that beauty is possible from man, means a belief in mankind. That it is possible for mankind to be good. To work with, through and for beauty is an act of faith in humanity.