Tuesday, February 28, 2012

The Imaginary I



Bonobo’s “Noctuary”




My apologies for being away. 

My great escape, writing,

had to be saved for academic intentions,

seeing as reality just started to kick in…







…or did it?



I’ve been studying said “reality” and it seems as though I might be mistaken, for according to my recent homework:

“the human subject has no direct access to reality;

all transactions with the kind of objective world postulated, for example, by the physical sciences,

are mediated on the one hand by work of the symbolic order (production of signs), and on the other by the work of the imaginary (production of identity):

the real, in Lacanian theory, is a logically empty category.”


but Katy, you say,
what does this even mean?




Well, about that symbolic order…

we all participate in the acts of sign making— whether it’s speaking, writing, gesturing, dressing, or painting— everyday.




Every time, for example, you wave at a car that let you pass, it is assumed that you are saying “thank you”, as this is a sign agreed upon by society and borrowed by the individuals who live in it.





In the same way that we learn to understand pre-established visual signs, such as the waving example, we also learn to speak in pre-established systems of conversation.


Therefore, our subjective construction of “reality” is based upon these borrowed symbols, and even when we think we are in control of the way we see, speak, act or think,


we are conditioned to see, speak, act and think this way by a larger system in which we have been hard-wired.


We have no direct access to the actual objective world,

because we see it through a kind of pair of glasses with a prescription that has been chosen for each of us,

and we don’t always know the difference if what we’re seeing is blurry or clear.



The "I" that sees, speaks, and acts in a certain way is imaginary, for "I" do not actually choose how to see, speak or act. "I" is just how I explain it, how I gather all of these things that I see, say and do into one category, under one  umbrella that one can call "me" and "no one else,"

"an ‘I’ that looks out at the world from a central vantage-point, experiencing the visual field as a horizon always composed around itself.”

The concept of “I”, while seemingly personal property, is just as borrowed as the signs and symbols we use in everyday life. The word "I" can be used by anyone and everyone, given different definitions and have different functions.  To some, "I" means everything: to others, "I" can be my own worst enemy.





It’s just another sign, another part of language, a private concept that evolved from a public word. It has no direct relation to any objective reality, but acts as a flexible sign for what it could be.




You might think of this as depressing, that you no longer have autonomy of thought, conscious control over your individual decisions, that you can never know yourself. However, it can take another direction, and what I’ve resolved,




is since meaning is socially produced and shared,
you only can have access to the meaning of reality, and the consequential “I”, if you have access to other people’s viewpoints--

try on their prescription.


The key to understanding their prescription, or way of seeing, is through the agreed upon signs and symbols, be it their gestures to what stories they share and in what ways they express themselves differently than others. This sort of inspiration found in other people is the entry into finding the objective "I", the collective mind, and consequentially to recognize the dynamics of your own mind.





This also means that meaning is fluid, socially malleable and can be given different definitions at different points in time. Meaning naturally evolves, our concept of reality always changing.



Our opinions will transform when we reflect on them at different times in our lives, simply by which words we use to describe them to other people.








Reality, which means much more than we can subjectively comprehend, is inaccessible. Yet knowing this allows us to give it a more multi-dimensional consideration, a more fluid and flexible definition, something that we must share and express in order to understand.








(stellar photos by Pery Burge and Franco Rubartelli)




Some people take their expression…a bit too far? You decide where you cross the line:

The top 10 Illegal Baby Names, featuring Talula Does the Hula From Hawaii, Brfxxccxxmnpcccclllmmnprxvclmnckssqlbb11116, Woti (which means “Sexual Intercourse” in Malaysian), @, and more.


A town that has banned wearing Pajamas in public. According to head officer Williams, “Today it's pajamas. Tomorrow it's underwear. Where does it stop?"














“Deviation from the social construction of visuality can be named and dealt with, variously, as hallucination, misrecognition, or visual disturbance.”


On that note, “Lords” by Nosaj Thing:

It looks like pink elephants on parade’s equally as twisted cousin. What did we watch when we were younger?



Quotes from “Semiotics in Art History” by Bal and Bryson, ideas from Lacan.

Saturday, January 28, 2012

Bursting





“One starts to feel that everything in existence—whether people or things—breathes and exhales the subtle light of energy…”



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Bassnectar and Buckethead- Bursting

 

When I have enough money
I’m going to hire an architect to design me a house with dozens of secret passageways that I don’t even know about.
LED hallways in between the walls,

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library books that unlock doors into mirrored rooms,
elevators found in closets throughout the house,
and small trapdoors camouflaged in the floors which all lead,
of course, to an underground lair.

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Playing hide and seek in this house would surpass any prior hide and seek experience.

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When I come home each night, the adventure will only have just begun… the possibilities would be endless…

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The story would always continue to unfold, as if the house had a life of its own, its own personal narrative.
The house would be bursting with unconquered energy, the unknown..
its secret passageways not unlike the hidden paths of our own subconscious.

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In any case, it would be THE perfect house for a live action game of Clue

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Just bursting, bursting

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“In a state of grace, one sometimes perceives the deep beauty, hitherto unattainable, of another person.

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And everything acquires a kind of halo which is not imaginary: it comes from the splendor of the almost mathematical light emanating from people and things.

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One starts to feel that everything in existence—whether people or things—breathes and exhales the subtle light of energy.

Carlos Barrera

The world’s truth is impalpable.”





Tuesday, January 17, 2012

la joie de vivre



“The mind cannot foresee its own advance.”
~Friedrich Hayek

Hit that Jive by Gramatik, who totally surprised and impressed me on Saturday night!


When did the world get so…
modern?

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Every generation probably thinks of themselves as being “modern” ever since the word was invented.
Every generation feels that at their progressive day and age, they must be at the pinnacle of humanity, the best generation that has come yet. What more could we possibly learn and invent? What’s left out there for us to discover?

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Modernity in some cases is moving towards rationality, organization.
Modernity is technology.
It’s about repetition, like the wheels of a train or the reel of a camera.
Modernity is conformity, regulation.
Everything in numbers.
Kicklines. Tapdancing. Anxiety.

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At the same time, modernity is also about irrationality,
our dreams,
a mass movement towards a surreal world.

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Modernity is the age where “anything is possible”,
for there has never been a better time to prove it than now.

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The modern age is about creating spectacles and thrills,
trying to best capture our imaginations,
to excite our senses



The Joy of Living/La Joie de Vivre from 1934. Start from :40 w/o sound.


Modernity is about individualism,
eccentricity,
freedom to progress…

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It’s pushing boundaries, changing perception, looking for what’s not yet there.
It’s about creating your own flavor of soda pop,
choosing the song you’re listening to, making plans to explore the world.
Modernity is a state of mind more than a time period, an optimistic account of moving forward,
and constant adaptation. Modernity doesn’t only create a rational world,
modernity changes what we once thought was irrational.

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Modernity is, was, and always will be,
now.



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(featured artist Wayne White agrees)







~Paul Klee


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(artists include: Wayne White, Louise Bourgeois and Andrey Ev)

Thursday, January 5, 2012

Not Forgotten





Having trouble uploading music, but here is this post's song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=3Xka7-CBoTM
Depth Affect’s Not Forgotten








Back in the Windy City and thinking about the definition of the word “home”. Can you have more than one home?

Is home a temporary thing,

or can your true home never change?

I want to understand what home means to me,

since by no means is the definition of home universal.






Do you feel at home simply being with someone you love?

Or do you feel more at home inside your own head?

Can it be both?




Can one have an infinite number of homes?





It’s also a question of one’s origins, source…

I don’t know if we could ever separate that from who we are today.

The patterns and assumptions set in place by one’s origins are often so silent, so subconscious that we sometimes don’t realize they’re there.



Home is always with us it seems, holding us up,

or keeping us rooted. One can have many ideas of home, but what is universal is that it is with us constantly.





Home is where people you learn from are. It’s where you grow.

Home feels natural and comfortable,

but because we grow, what’s natural and comfortable evolves.



Especially because home isn’t just a physical place.

Home is a multi-dimensional object of our imagination, an idea we created to embody the feeling of somewhere, anywhere that our mind is at ease, temporarily protected from the outside world.



I’m lucky I can be at home almost anywhere,

but it’s the one I miss most when I think of the word “home”.




In any case, I’m glad I’m back in Wilmette. All of these prints have been featured from the Chicago Printmaker’s Collaborative where my grandpa has a studio. Below is his contribution to this month’s show. Pop etched this print of Wacker Drive and Michigan Ave in downtown Chicago. You can check out his other work on his blog.





I got a kick out of the fact that the one below is called “Perception”. I don’t really know why.






Also impressed by an out-of-the-box find, Sanya Glisic:











This year in particular has been a fulfilling Christmas break!



It must have something to do with this adorable dog, who my family decided to babysit for a woman indefinitely. His name is Gordie and I didn’t quite understand why people liked dogs till now. It seemed like all anyone else’s dog did was bark, bite, or jump on me (I suppose it would be comparable to how mothers like their own children but can’t stand others).

Gordie brings our family together and likes to spoon.

He doesn’t bite and his activities include finding new places to lay down and wagging his tail when I come home. He even gets excited when I wake up, almost more excited than me! It’s like I have a personal welcoming committee!!

I love the holidays, because everyone works extra hard to make it feel like home.