“Music is a higher revelation than all wisdom and philosophy.”
The unexamined life is not worth living. Today, I wonder…does it really matter? For the record, I believe in multiple universes, just like the 8 year old boy mentioned in the previous entry.
An eight year old boy asked me, “What’s the point of all this, why are we here…how did all this get here?” (He waves his arms in a big circle indicating the world and everything in it)
First, I complimented him on his question. This is a big question for such a young person. This is the question that has been asked since the beginning of human history. Great thinkers attempt to answer. They continue to ponder the question, the question being more important than the illusive answer. That is what humans do. Why? Don’t know.
This child also believes in multiple universes….and Santa Claus.
I was looking for inspiration and found it. With all due respect, Denis Dutton, philosophy professor, tells us in his book , “The Art Instinct”, that we favor certain images on calendars because they remind us of the serenly beautiful African savanna our prehistoric ancestors roamed. BUNK. I am surprised at this. He is a philosopher and (I fear) too much into the “beauty” thing discussed by Plato.
Leo Tolstoy got it right:
“Art is one of the means of intercourse between man and man”
Art is a communication of a thought. A work can be considered art when a connection is made with another human being and an emotion or thought is communicated. Some of it may be beautiful, but not all art is beautiful, nor is it meant to be.
Before our ancestors had written language they drew pictures in caves to communicate where or how to kill bison, or the death of kin, or the strength of horses, and that these pictures were understood by the viewers. Humans communicate with whatever means possible. We feed on it. It is what connects us. No man is an island, and all that.
Every letter in this blog is a work of art. When I put certain letters together, they produce an image in your brain. What do you see in your mind when you read this word “human”?
Does the image below communicate anything to you? Maybe the artist just likes Red. Do we think it is an ancient reflection of the blood spilt from a kill or the African sunset? Hmmm, maybe that is why some of us like the color red. I’ll buy that. The instinct, however, is to tell a story – to communicate. Share, share share. It is what we are all about.
So, Aristotle claimed the following:
The aim of art is to represent not the outward appearance of things, but their inward significance.
We are at this place. Actually, we may have been, forever. When a child renders an image of something, it is nothing but significant.