In the Museum Quarter of Amsterdam there is the unimaginatively named ‘Museum Plein’ – the Museum Place. No surprises that you’ll find museums here. Well, that’s what it’s all about: the Dutch are straightforward people. Well, that is when they’re aware that is; when they are, things are made very easy. Unfortunately, the kind of architects this breeds are unimaginative – something that is the direct result of a lack of awareness. They’re not alone in this, most of the worlds architects are the kind of people the world would be happier without.
It is true that, like Rodin, one can see the beauty of the whole that lies in but a part of the sculpture – that is to employ our imagination in the way a true artist intends. Like Tom Thomson’s paintings that on first view appear only half finished; but that is their art, they are there for you to finish in your mind. And in finishing it, you add something more than the imagery, you add the birdsong and the scent of wild flowers or the lapping of the waves on the lakeside.
Rodin took this a little further in that he would find himself inspired to sculpt an arm or a leg with a particular gesture – and whilst this is clearly the stuff of genius, it is still in the realms of being a practice piece. Art is an expression of one’s own relationship to nature – be it through colour, sound or form. We do not have relationships with arms or legs, we have relationships with the humans they are part of.
America is a place where the sphere of the will lies in the conscious realm. They can do a lot, but can’t think. That is to say, there will be no reflection on what they did, all they will be aware of is the need to do something. Hence their constant interference in other countries and their aggressive stance.
You have to forgive them this: they can’t do anything else. They have to rattle cages because if they don’t they’ll not be active. This isn’t something you can tie down, because, like Samson’s hair, it will grow back and eventually the strength will return so that it can break free of its bonds. The problem here is that like the Bible story, America will bring the temple roof down on its head in the way Samson did.
This trend was not a marker of intelligence: The researchers looked at each student’s ACT score (1) and found that among students with the same ACT score, the more attractive ones did significantly better in class.
They also found that male professors were more likely than female professors to give higher grades to pretty women.
Here’s the kicker: When these same students took online courses, the deviation disappeared completely.
Most professors are men. If you don’t believe me, just nip over to Linkedin and do a quick search. You’ll discover that most of them are. This doesn’t mean that women aren’t intelligent, humans are human after all. What it does mean is that humans – men and women – are partial when it comes to the truth. They want their version of the truth and that’s an end of the matter.
The Secret Of Systems, Part 10; The Monochrome Intellectual, Part 8
Warning: contains bad language.
As you will know if you read one of my previous posts, when it came to renovating my bathroom, they gave me a choice of three tiles for the wall. That is to say, a white tile, another white tile and a third one. Not much of a choice, but that’s the kind of choice one gets when a corporation is run by the brain-dead. From childhood onwards they never had a choice in anything they did, why should they even think of it in later life? Since this has become an ingrained habit in their thinking, this is now all they are able to imagine.
In 1915 Egon Schiele married a respectable middle-class girl called Edith Harms. Shortly after the wedding, he reported for military service. Schiele’s usual treatment of women he painted was to have them in semi-erotic poses. But here, he painted Edith as if she were a child’s doll. Fully clothed and without any gesture that suggests she has any life: he has depicted her as if she were only a doll with a porcelain face and hands. In being heavier than the cotton of the soft body of a doll, the porcelain hands have stretched her arms. Her feet have no floor, she is a doll that can be picked up and hung on the wall from a nail without any more ado.