So what is the importance really? What did art do for us? Enlighten...enrich?
We had through history an expectation to be fullfilled by the arts, from the greek times even we had both skepticism and great hope of a medium of purification or the platonic lie which would make the true ideas even more unclear because of their imitative nature. At this point however Plato did not think the same of myths as he did of art and at what point exactly did we end up understanding art itself as a mythology of sorts? To find this point of conceptual transition is partly the beginning of understanding the cristalization of the 20th century's "isms" and the point of convergence or at the same time bifurcation of art mythologies such as those of Joyce, and the archetypal presence in Thomas Mann. Perhaps romantic music made this trajectory inevitable but even if the fusion of art and myth in the sense of Joseph Campbell's views came as a sort of logical replacement for a religious necessity, there seems to be also in this logic a black hole like density of purpose from which simplicity can both not escape or be free. In the end art must always return to its point of origin, to its birth place, the moment that could well be called a singularity.
Sunday, November 15, 2009
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