We can say that Copernisus by describing mathematical the earth as
round, the heavens revolving, found basic truth, or that Newton, by
searching for the mechanism of sight, the light of observation, the
cohesion of mater, found basic truth, or that Einstein, by
understanding, yet questioning both methods, found the mechanisms of the
sun, a basic truth.
Each has the mentor of abstract thought (art).
Religion (faith) is that question of text, words written, tradition
realised, that abstraction of survival that ejects both Art and
science, the rejection of abstraction that gives the text life. (the
mirages of Art, science, religion)
Each has the mentor of abstract thought (art, science, religion).
spooky
Jasper Johns, a true american patriot, gave renewed meaning to this
sentiment at a time when Goldwater conservatives brandished lapel pins,
when the national endowment for the arts was used as a bully whip
against free will, when then militant forces of culture whispered a cold
breath on his shoulders. He was brave. He painted his patriotism. He
used a brush, not a gun, to fight for his freedom.
We as Artists now, are filled with grief, not only of the loss of life,
but of the hope that life provides. We Artists recognize that if our
means of expression is curtailed, if the symbols we use to communicate
with are negated, and that when we provide a dissonant voice we are
culturally sanctioned, that civilization becomes the target.
"I am human. Nothing human can be alien to me."
.....Bill
http://www.bbartee.com
spoo...@webtv.net (spooky) wrote in message news:<3916-3BA...@storefull-622.iap.bryant.webtv.net>...
Artists, long before the advent of psychology (a scientific endeavor)
gave life to religion through myth or seeking meaning beyond the veil of
"nature". Both religion and science have used the power of individuals
capable of abstraction to further a political structure. When is
religion Art?, when is science Art?, both are Art at the moment of
abstraction, that instance of seeking.
The concern of Artists, abstract thinkers, is that we are at the
juncture of opposing forces that are have little interest in new
abstractions. Both religion and science have an available rhetoric, a
text of tradition, that finds root in the Artist, yet censors the
Artist.
We can say that science, while not fostering war, gives war its tools.
We can say that religion, while not fostering war, gives war it ideals.
We Artists now, at this vista of human experience, need to divorce
ourselves from our creation, (science that kills, religion that allows
killing), to find new abstraction. We need not succumb, (to be killed),
to the neolithic axe blade.
Artists remember we are the first to suffer in any political conflict.
spooky
Yes, art is in the cross roads.
Politics is the foe of art, in what ever disguises it presents itself.
Technology or faith?
Faith or technology?
This combination has proved destructive.
Can we separate the will of self from the advancement of rhetoric? Are
we artists of faith or technology? Or, representatives of abstraction?
ashes
Artists and Politicians equally rely on faith _and_ technology. Ideas
and actions marry to bring them to life. They war and they live in
peace.
In the end there are no guarantees, but your most humble mission is to
keep on trying. Get up from your televisions and books and computers.
Create! Now!
We are the world!
...Bill
http://www.bbartee.com
ash...@webtv.net wrote in message news:<4235-3BA...@storefull-625.iap.bryant.webtv.net>...
The funny thing about is that it can manifest it is self in any medium.
Television computers even politics.
[Politics is NOT the foe of art because art springs from one's
humanity.]
[Artists and Politicians equally rely on faith _and_ technology.]
RE:
Politics is the effort to reconcile faith and technology, Art gave
birth to religion. Art gave birth to science. In the sibling rivalry
between the two, Art suffers. Art tries to bring a measure of peace, yet
because Art does not wish to amass political power (Art loves both
creations equally), Art becomes a prisoner of the conflict.
spooky
Her classmates used the stars and stipes to hit her.
My sorrow for her and her attackers rings clear. Her for the physical
and emotional pain. Her peers for the emotional pain of conformity.
As an Artist, my sorrow falls inward toward the meaning of symbols, and
how easily meaning can be changed.
That great cloth should warm all humanity.
As symbol of peace.
spooky
spooky