i visited the Jeff Koons's Celebration exhibition in Neue Nationalgalerie Berlin. he, being often accused of doing Kitsch, answers to that, he can't be guilty of doing it, because he doesn't believe in judgements. and saying something is a Kitsch is stating a judgement. saying something is a Kitsch, has a label that something is unworthy and placed in a lower level of hierarchy. he said, the things are what they are. and the most one can do, is to simply accept it and let it do it's work.
it got me thinking about interpretations of the art work and messages in it, that we so often want to understand in order to "really" see the meaning. he was the first author i came across, that said it isn't necessary.
so what are interpretations? are that the feelings i have while watching? the words? what is then real or does it even matter?
is there anything, which we can relate to as being totally true?
things are real as far as the definition of "real" states. things i can acknowledge by using various combinations of my 5 senses are real. the sounds, the smells, the surfaces and shapes and the things i can taste.those are real, ignoring the discussion about truthfulness of the senses. instead of that, i relate to the Zen view on things. Zen just feels fire warm and ice cold, because when it freezes we shiver and welcome the fire.
this is one reality. personal one. that kind of reality makes one's true-ness, real-ness. to this, however there is another reality. the Reality. i write it with capital "r", because it is the one, that involves every single part of the universe. like Wittgenstein said in his first assessment: "everything that takes place is real". that is everything. even the smallest occurrence, is part of the great Reality. like stone moving for a fraction of time. everything that IS, is real. even something that is only a structure for something that happens, is real. but nothing really stays still, does it?
quantum mechanics explains the universe as a constant vibration on the smallest of smallest levels. things just appears to be still. in a greater dimensions this vivid life submits to the laws that change it into new entity.
and then, there is the other reality. the surreal, the esoteric, the imaginative. and the "sur" defines it as an esoteric structure of mystification of the reality. for this, there is no logical explanation. it is a matter of belief, hence, if one feels it as true, it must be so.
so at this point i turn to myself. is a question of real-ness of emotions, feelings even needed? i think not. the mere feeling makes it real to me. it is a part of my reality as it is. the feeling just is.
is it justified? if we are talking about loving, is it true or mutual, is it just imagination? is it good or should i feel vulnerable? humiliated? what to do with it or what is going to happen? is it going to grow into something more?
there is no point in questioning. the emotions simply ARE. love emotions should have no logic in them. if i think again, nothing should have logic in its self. Occurrences just ARE. so the "growing into something" is not a matter of "is" but rather a part of "will be" and that hasn't happened yet. and when it does, it will be a part of "is". the whole transformation lost in a past, that doesn't exist anymore. things will happen the way they happen. there is but this moment. and this. and this. and all the moments in between the ones i pointed out.
coming to a conclusion. i love. Now. You. and now still. I do. love. really. there is love...in me.
simple as that.
And it doesn't even need Your confirmation.
so there it is! this pink Heart. sweet and attractive. it hangs. or it floats light as a feather. it is an illusion, when you learn the fact, it is made of steel weighting over a Tone. and even with that information it doesn't lose it's lightness. it seems like all the projections on the wide reflective surface hold it in a state of "simply being".
there. floating. is there a story behind?
it doesn't matter. acceptance is important, more than every reason, which the art work was derived out of. that part was a reason for the production, for the creative mind to be stimulated, not for the viewers to be influenced by. honestly, if You'd see this "Hanging Heart", hanging in front of You, 2 meters tall, 3 meters high above, wouldn't you just feel like a boy/a girl filled with wonder, captivated by childhood dreams?
that is all there is.
You at the end of the things and in the beginning of it all.
it got me thinking about interpretations of the art work and messages in it, that we so often want to understand in order to "really" see the meaning. he was the first author i came across, that said it isn't necessary.
so what are interpretations? are that the feelings i have while watching? the words? what is then real or does it even matter?
is there anything, which we can relate to as being totally true?
things are real as far as the definition of "real" states. things i can acknowledge by using various combinations of my 5 senses are real. the sounds, the smells, the surfaces and shapes and the things i can taste.those are real, ignoring the discussion about truthfulness of the senses. instead of that, i relate to the Zen view on things. Zen just feels fire warm and ice cold, because when it freezes we shiver and welcome the fire.
this is one reality. personal one. that kind of reality makes one's true-ness, real-ness. to this, however there is another reality. the Reality. i write it with capital "r", because it is the one, that involves every single part of the universe. like Wittgenstein said in his first assessment: "everything that takes place is real". that is everything. even the smallest occurrence, is part of the great Reality. like stone moving for a fraction of time. everything that IS, is real. even something that is only a structure for something that happens, is real. but nothing really stays still, does it?
quantum mechanics explains the universe as a constant vibration on the smallest of smallest levels. things just appears to be still. in a greater dimensions this vivid life submits to the laws that change it into new entity.
and then, there is the other reality. the surreal, the esoteric, the imaginative. and the "sur" defines it as an esoteric structure of mystification of the reality. for this, there is no logical explanation. it is a matter of belief, hence, if one feels it as true, it must be so.
so at this point i turn to myself. is a question of real-ness of emotions, feelings even needed? i think not. the mere feeling makes it real to me. it is a part of my reality as it is. the feeling just is.
is it justified? if we are talking about loving, is it true or mutual, is it just imagination? is it good or should i feel vulnerable? humiliated? what to do with it or what is going to happen? is it going to grow into something more?
there is no point in questioning. the emotions simply ARE. love emotions should have no logic in them. if i think again, nothing should have logic in its self. Occurrences just ARE. so the "growing into something" is not a matter of "is" but rather a part of "will be" and that hasn't happened yet. and when it does, it will be a part of "is". the whole transformation lost in a past, that doesn't exist anymore. things will happen the way they happen. there is but this moment. and this. and this. and all the moments in between the ones i pointed out.
coming to a conclusion. i love. Now. You. and now still. I do. love. really. there is love...in me.
simple as that.
And it doesn't even need Your confirmation.
so there it is! this pink Heart. sweet and attractive. it hangs. or it floats light as a feather. it is an illusion, when you learn the fact, it is made of steel weighting over a Tone. and even with that information it doesn't lose it's lightness. it seems like all the projections on the wide reflective surface hold it in a state of "simply being".
there. floating. is there a story behind?
it doesn't matter. acceptance is important, more than every reason, which the art work was derived out of. that part was a reason for the production, for the creative mind to be stimulated, not for the viewers to be influenced by. honestly, if You'd see this "Hanging Heart", hanging in front of You, 2 meters tall, 3 meters high above, wouldn't you just feel like a boy/a girl filled with wonder, captivated by childhood dreams?
that is all there is.
You at the end of the things and in the beginning of it all.
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