Scout tried on Daryls second Halloween costume
Daryl in 2000
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Thursday, August 9, 2012
Art and Logic
At the beginning of the movie Joe vs.
the Volcano, the protagonist Joe, enters an office. In the background a man is
arguing on the phone. The man is Joe’s boss,
Mr. Waturi, who is shouting repeatedly over the phone, “I know he can get the
job, but can he do the job!” Interestingly, in his book, The Republic, Plato
seems to be asking his audience much the same question about the Philosophy and
Arts. That is, while philosophers may talk about what art is, or what art does,
it is very careful to point out that art and philosophy are fundamentally
different. Thus, in Book 10 of the
Republic, Plato bans artists from the Republic not because art is mere
imitation but because he is afraid that people will confuse the art of an
artist with the art of the philosopher.
I wouldn’t be surprised if the average
reader found this confusing. After all, isn’t there a substantial difference
between art and philosophy? Philosophy is a study of the nature of knowledge.
It is rational, it is orderly, and it is systematic. Art is a study of the
human condition. It is emotional, it is empathic, and it is messy. So why does
Plato expel artists from his Republic, his ideal city? Perhaps he fears the
competition that artists will give philosophers, since both disciplines aim at
a revelation of some type of truth, one about logic and knowledge the other about
the human condition. However, Plato believed that the type of knowledge that
artists communicated was an inferior type of knowledge. And even if we put that
aside for a moment and admit that there are types of “truth” that each discipline
espouses, at first glance these two types of truth seem very different from one
another.
Plato states quite plainly that
artists are solely concerned with the particulars of appearance, and as such
they do not fit into the broad scheme of universal ideals that Plato believes
to be the penultimate goal of the philosopher’s quest. Plato calls the
refinement of knowledge aimed at revealing "universal ideals"
phronesis, a word loosely translated into English as "judgment". In
other words, refining our judgment is the definitive intellectual virtue. I
suppose then, for Plato, there can be no match between what the artist does and
what the philosopher does.
Aristotle, on the other hand,
divides our knowledge of understanding into three different parts, and while
part of our understanding of the world is theoretical (i.e. Plato), it is also
productive and practical. Thus phronesis or judgment is not an unqualified
intellectual virtue, but only in matters regarding human conduct. Furthermore, because humanity exists as a
multiplicity, and the judgment of the individual is subjective the individual
can share his or her aesthetic appreciation of an art object with the
community. Thus I can contemplate an object of art, appreciate it, critique it
and discuss it with others and arrive at a universal understanding that
reflects the multiplicity of the community.
It is interesting because, aside
from judgment, the overlap between the disciplines of art and philosophy may
take the form of moral virtue, by which I mean that artists goal is to create a
work of art that reveals some truth about the nature of the human condition to
elevate the viewer, and in the same way the philosophers the aim it to arrive
at a kind of moral virtue through a refinement of phronesis. That is both
discipline ultimately strive to reveal truths about the nature of existence
that will ultimately better human kind.
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Wednesday, August 8, 2012
Universals and Particulars
When discussing the definition of portraiture
with my students, I always begin with this, “Good portraits convey likeness;
great portraits convey personality.” Surprisingly, no one ever seems to argue
with this statement. I mean, what is a portrait if not a likeness? Also in an
attempt to glamorize the sitter, wont an artist make the characters easily
excitable and colorful? Don’t these additions subtract from the reality of the
individual? Isn't the only reliable identification of the sitter their likeness?
At the same time don’t actions speak louder than words, and
don’t we know a person by their moods, their peculiarities of habit and so
forth, and isn’t an individual's personality just as important as what they look
like? I mean, how do we recognize a person? By their looks? A face in the
crowd? Or by the memorable quirks of character that are so defining?
Interestingly the Greek word for mirror, katoptron, is at
the heart of an analysis of the purpose of artistic activity in Plato’s
Republic. Just as a mirror reflects the details of life as it appears to us,
says Plato, so an artist imitates all things. In contrast to the artist is the
artisan or craftsperson, like a cobbler or a carpenter who are also creative,
but who, in Plato’s esteem, occupy an invaluable place in society. The artisan,
unlike the artist, doesn’t simply reproduce mere representation, but creates
something useful and valuable to society.
Unlike the artist, who creates an imitation of reality, the
artisan holds a specific idea in view, like the pattern of a shoe. In this way,
the artisan works from a universal ideal and creates a particular that is contained
under it.
One might object that once the artisan has created an
object, for example a shoe, the artisan has created something sensible, no
longer ideal and that this is an inherent contradiction in Plato’s logic.
However, I do not believe that Plato was as concerned about shoes as he was
about a paradigm of thought. Plato calls possessing the highest form of thought
“phronesis”. It is a knowledge both scientific and theoretical and works from
universals to particulars.
Aristotle, of course will invert this relationships. Whereas
Plato confines artists to narrowly reflecting particulars, Aristotle insists
that the artist is not concerned with the factual, but with the possible.
Aristotle defines the activity of art making as a process of composition,
bringing together different particulars in order to form a cohesive plot. What
is more, because the effort to link particulars to universals is forever
potential, there is no universal way of teaching art or rules for implementing
art.
I suspect, though I am not certain, that when one looks at a
portrait in search of a series of personality traits that make up the
individual, that portrait is going to vary from person to person, and that each
person is going to bring their own understanding of particulars and thus the
understanding of the portrait will be different for each person who looks at
it. This is the anathema to Plato’s
understanding of aesthetics, because it relegates beauty to an open ended series
of judgments that have nothing to do with the ideal.
At the same time, there are works of art that are often agreed
upon as “masterpieces of art.” Which suggests that while these works may not be
taken from universal blue prints, so to speak, there are, none the less
inspirations, works of art that are familiar, historical references, and other
likenesses that allow us to appreciate both likenesses and differences in a
universal way. A balance must be
struck between genius and taste, between universal and particular, between the
likeness of sitter, and their personality. And really this is what makes a great portrait, or any great work of art.
Beauty is Divine
Years ago I was glancing at the headlines on a paper in a
newspaper vending machine when one tagline caught my eye, Science Confirms
Plato, Beauty is Absolute. Unfortunately I did not buy the paper and
subsequently did not read the article. For all I know it was an op-ed piece on
gardening tips. Still, my interest remains piqued. I have tried to Google
variations of the title but have never found any writing that presents
definitive proof demonstrating categorically that Beauty is an Absolute.
When talking about Plato’s term “absolute” it might be more
appropriate to say “beauty in itself.” Anyone who is even vaguely familiar with
Plato’s theory of ideal forms understands that Beauty is not tied to things
that we would describe as beautiful, like a flower or a woman. Instead beauty
leads us to a love of truth, which for Plato was the divine. In Plato’s world,
everything that is good or noble must be beautiful. The lover of truth purifies
the mind of desires and appetites and focus instead on knowledge that wells up
from within.
You might ask how can beauty be thought of as objectively
separate from the thing that we call beautiful? Shouldn’t beauty be a relative
value instead of an absolute principle? Isn’t what I call beautiful and what
you call beautiful necessarily going to vary? Beauty changes over time. The
flower wilts.
Plato says that the absolute is independent of thoughts
existing in men's brains. At the same time Plato identifies his universal Ideas
with characteristics of a particular objects, such as the chair-ness of a chair,
which would not appear to have an independent reality. I suspect this is the
character of the divine that is necessarily resident in Plato’s understanding
of the Absolute. These absolutes must exist as some emanation of God’s thought,
otherwise, if they are just the stuff of our thoughts they are mortal and not
eternal.
So beauty is divine, and if the newspaper headline is to be
believed, science has proven it. I
begin to think that my memory may not be as accurate as I once imagined, and that
the article might be less about Plato’s world of heavenly forms than I once
believed.
Another possibility that occurs to me is that we may be
dealing with a problem of semantics, and just as the Eskimos had a hundred
words for “snow”, or as C.S. Lewis had his 4 loves, shouldn’t there be many
types of beauty, one for every taste and imagination?
Anyway, I was talking with a friend a few days ago and she
suggested I start dusting off my writing skills when it comes to the topic of
aesthetics. Mainly because I have been thinking about going back to school
again to study the philosophy of art know as aesthetics. So be warned faithful
readers, the next few blog posts will probably be more of the same.
Wednesday, July 18, 2012
having a human expereince
One of my earliest memories involving prayer took place in
my then eighth grade study hall. I remember leaning over my desk, taking a deep
breath, and as I exhaled I uttered the words “Dear God, why do you hate me so
much?”
I don’t know if this qualifies as a pray per se, but of all
the times that I have talked to God since, it certainly counts as one of the
most sincere prayers I have ever made.
I wouldn’t call myself a religious man, or even profoundly
spiritual, but I do like to contemplate my relationship to the divine from time
to time. I suppose I should
categorize that by saying that I prefer to focus on personal, inward discoveries, rather than speculations about the
nature of God or other supernatural entities.
I suppose it is
nature to question our spiritual existence. Evidence suggests that people have
been asking questions like “Where do we come from? Who are we? And Where are we
going?” For about as long as people have walked the earth. Archeologists are
quick to deduce that, while the exact nature of cave drawings can never be
completely known or understood, they seem to represent the same kinds of
questions that the artist Paul Gauguin was asking in his great masterpiece.
As a young man I was
drawn to the idea of “enlightenment.” I liked the idea of having a goal towards
which one could strive. I have long since abandoned this notion in conjunction
with spirituality as “enlightenment” no longer holds the allure of being some
far away mystical state. Anymore when I think about the word "enlightenment" to me it just means “paying attention.”
I do not believe
that a spiritual experience is connected to thoughts, feelings, emotions or any
dogma or system of morality. The problem with these things is that they tend to
ground us in ourselves and our existence, that is, thoughts and feeling tend to
be about our selves and our lives, and really have very little meaning outside
of the reality of our existence while by “spiritual experience” I mean any
experience that transcends our meager existence. Among those spiritual
experiences I would include, Love, Creativity and the Sublime.
I first learned of
the Sublime while studying art history. In art the term is typically used
to describe Romantic landscape paintings of the nineteenth century. In a general way the terms refers to “greatness
beyond all possibility of expression.“ Anyone who has ever experienced and
extraordinarily deep sense of joy or sorrow has touched upon the threshold of
the sublime.
In my own spiritual practice I frequently substitute the
word “Universe” for any suggestion of divinity. I do this for a couple of
reasons. One, because invoking "the Universe" reminds me of the sublime nature of
existence, from the lace-like intricacy of a snowflake to the vast emptiness of
interstellar space, the Universe is one amazing place. Another is that it reminds me that I am
mortal, and that no matter what my personal religious beliefs, this does not
change the fact that I am merely a human being among human beings and that I
should approach all beliefs with humility and compassion. Pretty much
everything thing else can be summed up in the poem “A Guest House” by Rumi in
which he states in the opening line “This human being is a guest house” and
that all experiences are transitory and should be welcomed with gratitude.
For me spirituality is a never ending and evolving process.
It makes sense, considering the fact that everything, the universe, is
constantly changing, and that if we are going to keep up, we need to constantly pay
attention. It changes, and we change and so our understanding changes. I think
my only regret is that I will never have the chance to explain this to the eighth
grade boy crying at his desk. Still, I am glad he began to understand this,
however gradually, despite my being there to comfort him.
Monday, July 16, 2012
Watching the Watchers
Sitting at my daughter’s swim lesson I watch a cloud as it
drifts across the open blue sky. Hovering low, it appears as if it is going to encounter
a nearby water tower. I want to climb the tower, or even the branches of the
nearby trees and extend my hands out into the velvety softness of the misty
haze. I imagine the cloud passing over farms and cities, looking down as it
soars on the trade winds, spying down on people like me. Wondering, perhaps,
why we stare back.
Long before the movie American Beauty showed us the image of
a plastic trash bag dancing on currents of wind in a small alley I have
wondered about the about the life behind ordinary objects.
Take, for example, the tomb of Tutankhamen. His tomb was
robbed in antiquity, but based on the evidence found in the tomb it is entirely
possible that these robberies took place within several months at most of the
initial burial. Antiquarians suspect that eventually the location of the tomb
was lost, forgotten, perhaps buried from the debris of subsequent tomb
constructions, or covered over by the sediment of floods.
As I sit here thinking about this I imagine those robbers
resealing the tomb. Behind those locked doors lays a vast treasure that is
theirs for the taking. I can see the hand of the last robber departing the
scene. He gently pats the walls in farewell, a treasure enough to sustain his
family for lifetimes, envisioning the time when he will soon return. History
suggests he never will.
I think about the lock on my garden shed, hanging there in
the heat of the day, in the rain and the night and the dew of the morning. I
think about the things contained with, sitting there in the dark; a mower, a
few children’s toys, a bag of fertilizer. They sit there in the dark, slowly
aging. As I press the lock together I am sure that I will be back in a day or
week and that the things I left behind will be waiting there for me.
Authors sit in front of screens describing the world, even
as readers patiently make there way across lines of text. I wonder, does the
screen look back? Long before I had ever heard of Alice and her looking glass I
imagined that the face in the mirror, the one that looked so much like mine,
might actually be alive, and that as he turns his back on mine and walks
through the bathroom door, he enters into a world surprisingly familiar.
“Jesus said, "If your leaders say to you, 'Look, the
kingdom is in the sky,' then the birds of the sky will precede you. If they say
to you, 'It is in the sea,' then the fish will precede you. Rather, the kingdom
is within you and it is outside you.”
Walking down the bike path I am suddenly struck by a
thought, what if I am not looking at the world at all? What if all that I am seeing is nothing more than
the world’s gaze reflected off of me and in reality it is the world that see me
long before I see it? Thinking this way I feel entirely surrounded by things:
the air, the trees, the grass and stones, all of them patiently watching me as
I walk by. Their gaze like a warm blanket envelops me holding me in place. There is a comfort here, and quiet to as all the world is stillness.
Saturday, July 14, 2012
Name the behavior
Yesterday I got a comment on my blog from a post that is
almost four years old. It is hard to imagine that I have kept my blog that
long. I am not what you would call a steady blogger, but only because I set up
my blog for myself, as a record of my thoughts, my interests and my
experiences, and not for any greater altruistic ideas.
None-the-less, occasionally people stumble across my blog
and some even leave comments. For the most part the comments are discursive;
some insightful and others brilliant. Other times they are strange, even ugly,
like the time I received an angry rant of a comment from a guy claiming to be
Mahmoud Ahmadinejad.
They say there are topics that one should avoid in polite
company. I think the list is sex, politics and religion. Though I am not sure.
Either way my blog doesn’t really shy away from these topics, so I am bound to
get a little push back from people that hold contrary opinions. Different
opinions I can tolerate, though it is hard to swallow negativity, and I am
never sure how to handle these situations gracefully. In the instance involving
the individual claiming to be Ahmadinejad I deleted the comment because, in my
opinion, it was disparaging against certain religious groups and I really don’t
tolerate that kind of behavior.
I suppose that brings me to the comment I received
yesterday. It is not a very well
written comment, and in reality I should probably just ignore it. But the
problem is that I think there is something veiled in the comment that is
disparaging of others and, as I said before, I don’t tolerate other people’s
bad behavior. In fact I could let
the whole thing go with a shrug if it hadn’t been for the last line in which
the speaker says “You can keep your warm fuzzy.”
In one sentence the speaker has summed up what I believe is
the problem with most organized religions, namely that statements of faith can
masquerade as an argument, and that this argument once presented should be
understood as incontrovertible.
I have no problem with the statement that the speaker makes
regarding his faith in Jesus, however to suggest that this somehow negates or
otherwise refutes contrary opinions is a fallacy and worse, it subtly
disparages other groups who may hold differing opinions. While it falls short
of outright condemnation of others, it does fall dangerously close to a
discriminatory attitude towards people of differing ideas and beliefs.
Sadly, intolerance always seems to be the answer to
intolerance. Which is why these debates seem endless and never appear to reach
resolution. I say that I find the
speakers position intolerable, and then they counter with an equally entrenched
attitude until we are so far from common ground that any reasonable settlement
seems impossible. You see it in the Middle East and Western Europe, you see it
in the politics of the United States and countries of the orient. Things cannot
get better this way, they cannot.
There are many challenges to addressing contrary opinions,
especially when they are entrenched in topics that are so loaded. Still I
believe that one can refuse to accept unacceptable behavior without intolerance
or violence. I think that it is important to name a behavior that we find
unacceptable, to call it out, lest we allow these attitudes to perpetuate
themselves unchallenged. That is why I would say that I am glad that the
speaker has found Jesus, and would ask him to remember that “God is Love” and
not wield the name of Jesus like a sword in a conversation about how ridiculous
the generic use of the word “green” has become.
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