#abstractions

[philosophybits]

A man is so prone to systems and to abstract conclusions that he is prepared to distort the truth on purpose, prepared to deny the visible and the audible just so he can justify his own logic.

Fyodor Dostoyevsky, Notes from Underground

#philosophy #quotes #Fyodor Dostoyevsky #Notes from Underground #abstract #abstractions #systems #logic #reason #rationality #truth

[hauntedbystorytelling]

František Drtikol (1883-1961) ~ Composition, 1931 | src Gitterman Gallery view more on wordPress

František Drtikol (1883-1961) ~ Composition, ca. 1930 | src Gitterman Gallery

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#Frantisek Drtikol #avant garde #cut out #human form #czech avant-garde #abstractions #Drtikol #figurine #František Drtikol #soul #photopurism #cut outs #1930s #human shape

[styblova]

swim in your own mind Follow me on: http://instagram.com/styblova.art △ http://twitter.com/styblova for more behind the scenes.

#touchdesigner #creativecodeart #creative coding #nft #crypto #cryptoart #minted #superrare #rarible #contemporary art #abstract #abstractions #abstract artist #glitch #glitchart #glitch art #meditation #motion #motion design #experience design #acrylic reactions #acrylic pour #acrylicpouring #cryptolife #cryptoworld #glitchlab #creative code #creativecode #styblova #jana styblova

[fieriframes]

[Think is to forget differences, generalize, make abstractions.]

#s21e09 soup-centric #guy fieri #guyfieri #diners drive-ins and dives #differences #abstractions

[cyrusthemagician]

Well you don't know me.. but I know *you.*

#tadc #the amazing digital circus #tadc oc #crystal ball #tadc fanart #tadc angst #angst #abstract #abstractions #tadc abstraction #trendingnow #well you dont know me #but i know you

[russellmoreton]

(via INSIDE THIS CLAY JUG : Vessel makers that recall the eidetic origination of our own mental space)

#Body #abstractions #alternative photography

[nando161mando]

Nature doesn't care about capitalist abstractions

#nature #ecology #capitalist #abstractions #facts #fact #earth #anti capitalism #fyi #psa #this has been a psa #ausgov #politas #auspol #tasgov #taspol #australia #fuck neoliberals #neoliberal capitalism #anthony albanese #albanese government #eat the rich #eat the fucking rich #anticapitalista #anti capitalist love notes #antiauthoritarian #antinazi #anticapitalistically #antifa #antifascist

[the-fae-folk]

A Taste of Tuesday

“Have you ever considered the taste of a Tuesday?” Asked the little elfling as it swung its legs back and forth and gazed down at you from the tree limb where it was sitting so serenely. You had not considered any such thing, though you weren’t really sure you should be humoring questions from this person. After all, everyone had always warned you never to talk to fairies, they were tricky. “Or what about the sound of Monday? It’s not as nice as how Saturday smells, but it’s pleasant enough you know.” Frowning, you found you were already answering before you could stop yourself. “I didn’t think days had any of those qualities.” The elfling laughed. “Of course they do. They can have any qualities you want them to. After all, they’re abstractions. Interpretations. Imaginary.” “Imaginary?” "Entirely fictitious. Not real at all. So if they’re not real except in our heads, then we can decide whatever we like about them. For example, Tuesday tastes very faintly of cherries but also a lot like marzipan. And Saturday just smells like someone mixed cinnamon, thyme, and cloves. And Monday sounds like someone is ringing a bell in an echoing cave.” Giggling the elfling dropped from the branch onto the ground and plucked a sprig of bluebells and shook them at you. For a moment you were certain you heard a tinkling sound, but then you shook your head. This was all just nonsense. “I don’t think that’s how it works. You can’t just go deciding on new rules whenever you want.” “I can’t?” Asked the elfling in surprise. “Why not?” For a moment you almost couldn’t think of a reason, so you sternly gazed down at him until your brain caught up with you. “Because then people would get confused, and nobody would know what was what.” The elfling just laughed. “Nobody knows what’s what anyway. And can you think of any reason that Tuesdays shouldn’t taste of cherries and marzipan?” “Well,” you said, hesitating. “No, but it’s just silly. Next you’ll be telling me that Time can be picked off trees like fruit.” “Funny you should mention that...”

#abstractions #fae #faerie #elfling #imaginary #prose writing

[goldenfrogstudio]

Untitled

Photographer: J Kenny

Taken with an iPhone Xs

Portimão, Portugal

2023

#john kenny #black and white #goldenfrogstudio #golden frog studio #photographer #portugal #j kenny #black and white photography #portuguese #original photography on tumblr #Portimão #flora #floral #2023 #project abstractions #abstractions #ongoing project #portimao #iphone xs #iphone #iphone photography #iphonography

[jaspersmithers]

From Sundays walk.

#gosport #hampshire #art #photography #landscape #original photographers #sea scape #portsmouth #abstractions #abstract photography #abstract #long exposure #art experiment #icm community #icmphotography #icm_community

[philosophybits]

The more reified the world becomes, the thicker the veil cast upon nature, the more the thinking weaving that veil in its turn claims ideologically to be nature, primordial experience.

Theodor W. Adorno, "Why still philosophy?", Critical Models

#philosophy #quotes #Theodor W. Adorno #Critical Models #reification #concepts #abstractions #language #nature #reality

[smallcomic]

Cat study for a future painting. https://www.instagram.com/p/CgPIFZeuitU/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#catart #catartist #catartwork #catdrawing #catdrawings #catcartoon #catcomic #catsketch #surreal #surrealart #surrealismart #surrealistart #abstractdrawing #abstraction #abstractionism #abstractions #petart #petartist #paintinginprogress #artinprogress #handmadeart #paintingideas #artconcept #dreamart #conceptart #conceptartist

[styblova]

turn the dials down a bit Follow me on: http://instagram.com/styblova.art △ http://twitter.com/styblova for more behind the scenes.

#touchdesigner #creativecodeart #creative coding #nft #crypto #cryptoart #minted #superrare #rarible #contemporary art #abstract #abstractions #abstract artist #glitch #glitchart #glitch art #meditation #motion #motion design #experience design #acrylic reactions #acrylic pour #acrylicpouring #cryptolife #cryptoworld #glitchlab #creative code #creativecode #styblova #jana styblova

[michaelmathewsart]

“Windy May 01"

[Open Color series]

by michael mathews

acrylic, inks & oil on yupo paper

12x18 inches

2023

www.transientcolors.com

#contemporaryart #paintings #abstractart #abstractpaintings #transientcolors #fineart #painters #abstraction #blue #bluecolors #colorblue #windy #abstractions #abstract art #saatchiart #saatchiartists

[exile-wrath]

Falling is easy. As it turns out, climbing back up is very hard. 

The Falling had been a conscious choice. Deliberate. I’d looked at the side of a cliff that I’d found myself perched atop of, looked down, weighed that the impact to the bottom wasn’t far enough to have consequences, and leapt. Unlike others, I didn’t close my eyes. I couldn’t have closed them even if I wanted to; there’s a part of my psyche that lost its blinders and has been forced to absorb every experience with full awareness and without the blissfulness of ignorance. 

Some say that Falling, or, in this case, Leaping, was a stupid choice. I stubbed my toe on the bottom in such a way that the rest of my body crumpled like a suit crumpled in the bottom of a closet from someone’s failed prom proposal. It was mostly my toe that hurt, but the bottom wasn’t too bad. It was nice, Actually. 

(About a decade ago I realized that two decades prior I’d thought to append “actually” to my lies to make them seem believable. I don’t get to forget that.) 

But it had been actually nice. (There, not appended.) I found a full field of new emotions to harvest, new experiences as far as the eye could see, all tended to with the help of someone else. It had been a feast for all the senses and even my muse. 

The broken part of my psyche never let me forget the pain of falling, though. So I just attached the falling to the joy, as one does. Pain and pleasure mixed until I was just thinking about the joys I’d found and not the many sleepless nights that I’d wandered around the foot of the cliff, wondering how to climb back up to my perfectly fine plateau with a self-grown field and cultivated solitude. 

And now here I am. I won’t talk about what happened at the bottom. I can’t. I just think about the laughter that filled my ears when I hit the ground, of the long time I spent in someone else’s company. It wasn’t bad, actually. It was quite good. Pleasant. These are the most neutrally positive ways to describe the experience because I’m not so far gone as to shake out my heart for everyone to see just yet. But know I wouldn’t be climbing back up if I had a say in the matter, yet here I am, conscious now of every step I must take and rock I must grasp to get all the way back up. Some things just aren’t my choice to make, and I have to live with that. 

Social media breeds a certain kind of philosopher. They mix old ideas with problems that are new to us but have been around just as long as the ideas and manage to hit the chisel just right to produce a new facet on a previously taken-for-granted concept. One of those philosophers that I passed by here, in particular, pointed out that fallen angels exist, but not risen demons.

They were making a point about redemption arcs in media, but my climb isn’t out of redemption. I’m not sure what it’s out of; my psyche observes everything, but processing takes time. The thought resonates nevertheless, because there are just Some Things that you just don’t recover from. Some experiences that change you permanently. Sure, you can recover from them: a fallen angel can eventually accept becoming a demon.

Here’s the thing: acceptance it doesn’t change the fact that it Fell, or what happened. Recovery isn’t regression.

Why did I leap? Why did I fall? There’s so much I could say, but I will settle it with a memory. My head is often in clouds, thinking of stories real and fiction while my feet are firmly entrenched in a mire called amalgamated misery. When I found myself for once out of the mire and at the edge of the cliff, for all the time that it took me to fall, my feet got to experience the clouds too. It felt like flying. Weightless and free. Hitting the ground stung once I realized where I was, but it wasn’t as bad as I thought it would be. I wish I could have stayed. 

I wish I could have made a new home down there.

But now I’m on the long climb up, and I can feel myself getting further and further away from where I once considered foundations for a house. This journey had been easier when I didn’t have misery dragging at my heels, weighing my body down with additional weight. Misery is an old acquaintance, though. 

I have a theory on why risen demons don’t get written. The tale of fallen angels evokes not just damnation, but that of a conscious decision that led to it. And after tumbling down all the way to hell, after being cast from the light of love and into brimstone and hellfire, who would want to pretend that it didn’t happen? Who would climb up and say that none of it happened? It would defeat the purpose of having made the choice to Fall in the first place. 

That’s what scares me: reaching the top. Nothing can change the fact that I Fell, but with enough distance, I’ll forget it. I’ll think of the whole affair as nothing but a pleasant journey, as something good that had happened once upon a time when I was someone that could take leaps of faith. The choice I made to fall will have been nothing but a flight of fancy, without the memory of weightlessness, of being free of mire for the first time in decades. 

The journey climbing up backtracks every moment of joyous flight I had, and by the time I get back up...  It will all have been a long, beautiful dream, and I’ve simply returned to where I belong. 

Reality.

#abstractions #personal #processing feelings through writing #as one does

[internationalicon]

Collage.

Found paper; 5” x 10”; 2022.

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