M.C. Escher's
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Using Fractal mathematics, reality unfolds in iterating patterns, creating geometric realities of multiple perspectives, combined in mind-bending configurations.
The image of a hand drawing itself, drawing itself, is indicative of solipsistic enclosures - the extreme of inter-subjective realms excluding all information that might disturb the geometric balance: a world in perfect order, rational in its irrationality, clarity implied in its confusion.
The world, and chaos, is left outside the repeating images that have taken from reality to construct, within its finite borders, infinity.
In this world all is in-order, once you accept the starting premise as a given fact, and what is not is resolved with the ambiguity of a vanishing point.
Multiple perspectives, all equally valid, none more "real" then the other, best reflects the Modern mind-set - multiple perspectives, presented simultaneously, with a singular theme.
Imagery vaguely familiar as real arranged in unreal configurations, representing a loss of orientation.
With cubism, and surrealism, we still retain some attachment with the world, later being lost in abstract art where it disappears in colour and lines.
The references are real, but how they are presented correspond to nothing experienced.
Compartmentalized thoughts placed side by side to create a semblance of cohesion.
The unity found in feelings, emotions, sensations pulled-out of the observer's psyche, stimulated by the imagery.
Art hinting at a meaning, leaving it up to the observer to project his own conclusions.
Audience leaving with the feeling that something profound has occurred - something requiring further thinking, further meditation - the art producing different conclusions with every further reconsideration, with every new observing: mass appeal.
Chaotic confusion which produces infinite possibilities, this type of f-Art excludes nobody and nothing.
The artist is not telling you anything. There is no meaning in his art – it is the absence of all meaning, and the glorification of individual choice, void of all psychological determinations.
He wants the observer to become part of the art process – finding in it whatever meaning he chooses; subjectivity reaching an apex, in the power of suggestion, in marketing potentials.
No wrong answer is possible, because the piece says nothing.
Nobody feels foolish, or ignorant, before its challenge.
It alludes, triggering internal processes to spill-out from the observer.
Each individual creating his own personal relationship with the art-piece, as he would with Jesus.
The artist taunts us in our confusion, exploiting our desire to remain unclear, uncertain, forever lost in our own interpretations - free within them.
There is no one way of thinking about what is represented in a reality where selling and sensations are the motive – to move minds with insinuations taking advantage of the absence of certainties and the low cost of being wrong.
The message is that nothing is as it appears to be, except when what appears to be matters, and in most cases living in the artificial world of Modern Dystopia what matters the least is past/nature – reality.
Representing it as accurately as possible no longer matters; expressing the individual’s psychosis, that turmoil of internal digestion; selling to the masses, acquiring fame and fortune, moved by its social implications does matter.
Utility of what is depicted is no longer practical, and pragmatic, it is increasingly psychotic, and the psychotic genius expresses the shared delusions which the loss of past/nature, and of identity, produces in those less talented.
Man imagines world as a universal brain, a Deus, enclosed by a skull, some boundary constructing a "whole": referring back into itself, in an endless loop, and imitates this creating self-referential conceptions not only ignoring the world outside the skull, but purposefully excluding it from their "prefect" representations: subjectivity.
What disrupts this abstracted "perfection" does not belong in its Divine cohesion.
With no external world (objective), the internal, is all that is required - an esoteric world bubbling with the echos of a past/nature selectively rejected and renamed to erase its deterministic connotations.
What is left is Will, manifesting in the ceaseless creation of reality, freed from its original function: not directing aggregate energies towards objectives, but will expressing its organ (inter)activities, as if they were immediate, lacking all past all automated processes.
Will as creator God - man wills reality into existence, and then wills himself within it, with no restrictions, no limiting rules.
The epitome of self-referential, subjectivity - Modernity going a step further, establishing a supportive framework where the mind convinces itself that it it is outwardly interested, has integrity of motive, when all it does is sample other minds, other subjectivties that support or feed into its own.
A new fountain was opened in Vienna, which costs 22 million euros.