Art vs. Design, a follow-up

Pictured: the Krebs Cycle of Creativity, just to toss another conceptual carving into the mix.

My post from earlier this week, “Art as the Antithesis of Design,” received a fair amount of pushback.

Eli Schiff: You reduce design and art into caricatures in the latest essay.

Suspended Reason: I might agree, but can you expand so I have a foothold to respond from?

Eli Schiff: Art is not transgression. Modern art is. Design isn’t the antithesis of transgression nor of art. Continue reading “Art vs. Design, a follow-up”

Art as the Antithesis of Design

From the footnotes of an upcoming Ribbonfarm piece examining predictive processing and Alva Nöe’s 2015 work on aesthetics, Strange Tools:

Nöe makes [his] argument through exclusion: art practices which are not interrogative, which do not challenge existing structures and practices are not, technically speaking, art. Pop songs, to Nöe, aren’t musical art, they’re a first-level human practice (or “organized activity”) called “song-making.” Choreography can be art, but “dancing” as practiced by amateurs and many professionals is an organized activity. Continue reading “Art as the Antithesis of Design”

On the Erotics of Intepretation

by Suspended Reason w/ James Wood

In Antonioni’s film L’eclisse, the luminous Monica Vitti visits the Rome stock exchange, where her fiance, played by Alain Delon, works. Delon points out a fat man who has just lost 50 million lire. Intrigued, she follows the man. He orders a drink at a bar, barely touches it, then goes to a cafe, where he orders an acqua minerale, which he again barely touches. He is writing something on a piece of paper, and leaves it on the table. We imagine that it must be a set of furious, melancholy figures. Vitti approaches the table, and sees that it is a drawing of a flower. Continue reading “On the Erotics of Intepretation”

Origins of “Future Nausea”

1966, Susan Sontag, “Anthropologist as Hero” in Against Interpretation:

“The felt unreliability of human experience brought about by the inhuman acceleration of historical change has led every sensitive modern mind to the recording of some kind of nausea, of intellectual vertigo.”

(also, 1999, William Gibson, No Maps for These Territories, 15:00 in:

“I think we all have these moments that are vertiginous and terribly exciting and very frightening in which we realize the contemporary absolutely, and I think it induces terror and ecstasy, and we retreat from it because we can’t stay in that state of panic.”)