On The Divisive Philosophy Of Art
A conversation I had with Theo Wilson prompted the following meditation on the Philosophy of Art - Something I’d like to eventually do a podcast about:
All art is “self” portraiture, and “self” is the source of all division within man, thus, all art is the division of the observer from the observed. Art is what separates the art from the artist. The only reason art exists is because thought separates the observer from the observed, and as soon as there is a divisive space in the middle, there is the interval of time within this space, the time that needs to be covered to see the observed across the divisive space. Infinite thoughts exist about the observed in this space. Every single thought is a destructive thought that separates the observer and the observed. Every action is a destructive action which prevents me from seeing the actual thing.
Art, therefore, is an illusion produced by the mind about the observed from the observer, under a false ideation that they are separate. The only reason you are able to see that which you wish to capture in some art form is because of this division, and as soon as there is that separation, the bastard poet within you comes out, talking about the Sunset or the rain or the flower. The only reason that the bastard poet talks about the Sunset or the rain or the flower is because he can see it. The only reason he can see it is because thought has divided that flower from him, that sunset from him, that rainfall from him.