Hi all<\/p>\n
sometimes I felt a little euphoric about this clear separation(me, I, subject) from the objects, which came, got into my conscious observation.<\/p>\n
In this week I visited with some friends a special art exhibition” Bonjour – Russia” famous pictures, painted between 1890 and 1920, from the four most important museum in Russia. Worldwide famous pictures,(Renoir,Matisse, Cezanne,Malewitsch……) 120 pictures – 120 objects with special effects on me.<\/p>\n
After some pictures I get tired – and from here starts a good experience. With more relaxation, less “conventional art looking” I could better pay attention on the “interaction”, between me(subject) and the object. Is there at all an interaction? What happens, where happens anything? Do the pictures radiate at all that, what comes into my head, consciousness?<\/p>\n
These lots of information, stories, art-historical contemplations and descriptions are coming from my memory bank, audio system, whereever. With strictly examination I see, that I am the first and last source of all of these “interactions”. The objects trigger ideas, thoughts, sensations, reactions in me.How? These objects are “dead”, colors,wooden frames, structures, nothing else. The “interactions” are running in me like in a hamster wheel. But why happens in front of the next picture another process? Different pictures have different effects on me.<\/p>\n
I was so fixed on\/by this process, to understand more of these different projections, interactions- at the end I was dissatisfied, full of confusion.<\/p>\n
Some days later I read the text. There was a big astonishment about “actually, all this is an incredible tour de force of time”, or “Great time is the self”. How does “time” come into the play?<\/p>\n
My process(while exhibition) was a process to understand the “interactions” on a pschological level.I was catched by the effects of these”highly charged dichotomies”. Slowly I suspected: it has to do with experiencing, not so focused and fixed with understanding. My exhibition visit was an act of understanding, more outside of the range of experiencing. I lost access, better, I wasn`t aware, in the presence. I don\u00c2\u00b4t believe described good enough. It sounds very strange: as if I was out of time. Is something understandable?<\/p>\n
Arthur<\/p>\n
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Hi all sometimes I felt a little euphoric about this clear separation(me, I, subject) from the objects, which came, got into my conscious observation. In this week I visited with some friends a special art exhibition” Bonjour – Russia” famous … Continue reading