<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14950733</id><updated>2011-07-28T07:09:00.229-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lileface</title><subtitle type='html'>I hate art.  Art hates me.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lileface.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14950733/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lileface.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019890770555661329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d76oV-WdqZI/SwS2d9zOyjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tUwHDEEh0BQ/S220/IMG_0027.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14950733.post-3985405966418464634</id><published>2010-10-25T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-25T18:27:02.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Question #1</title><content type='html'>What could be/are the ramifications of acknowledging appropriation as the source of creativity?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14950733-3985405966418464634?l=lileface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lileface.blogspot.com/feeds/3985405966418464634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14950733&amp;postID=3985405966418464634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14950733/posts/default/3985405966418464634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14950733/posts/default/3985405966418464634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lileface.blogspot.com/2010/10/question-1.html' title='Question #1'/><author><name>Lile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019890770555661329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d76oV-WdqZI/SwS2d9zOyjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tUwHDEEh0BQ/S220/IMG_0027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14950733.post-8815509884038412992</id><published>2010-10-20T19:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-26T21:15:44.539-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Television/internet as postmodern art form?</title><content type='html'>In questioning television’s role as a postmodern art form, Glenn Ward states,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“...one of the ways in which TV is used is as a source for the creation of private video archives.  In this way, we can ‘possess’ particular programmes, and in doing so make permanent the otherwise transient moment in what sometimes is called TV’s flow of sounds and Images.  Unless the consumer decides to store certain broadcasts on tape or disc - perhaps frequently reviewing them, perhaps pausing on favourite instants, and in the process making them into very different kinds of texts - the TV programme has a fleeting existence which distinguishes it from what we might think  of a the traditional relationship between art and ‘timelessness.’ “&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this discussion might relate to our ‘traditional’ relationship with TV, one that I have forsaken for a few years now, considering that this statement was included in a book which was last published in 2003 we can potentially look at TV through the youTube lense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a consumer, I collected DVDs and CDs much like any other person, amassing a personal collection or archive that I could access at will.  While this may seem like ‘normal’ behavior to most of us, it can be critiqued as fruitless and selfish behavior considering the access of (specifically video) information with the advent of youTube, Netflix, and less popular sites that provide the bandwidth and means to watch films and shows.  An example of the fruitlessness of this Pokemon-Gotta-Catchem-All approach is a friend of mine who upon meeting had the largest personal collection of movies on VHS.  He had more movies and more variety than some video rental places.  After knowing him for a few years, I was aware that he was on a mission to convert his collection from VHS to DVD, not by copying the information but by abandoning his old formats and re-purchasing the same titles on DVD.  He is a Motion Picture Association dream customer.  If I am not mistaken, he has already begun or completed his new quest of replacing his DVD collection with Bluray, which will inevitably be replaced by whatever 3D or holographic format that comes next, and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this is an extreme example, I do believe that many of us can relate to this industry generated need-to-possess drive, particularly with the explosion and popularity of television show compilations (the entire run of Seinfeld comes to mind).  However, with the online archive of video that has been compiled with youTube (copyright infringement notwithstanding) and the ability to watch many titles instantly via Netflix or eventually via Netflix in the mail, I have finally shed my desire to own information.  I now treat the internet as a library, where I can potentially ‘check out’ anything I want to see, as many or as few times as I decide.  Sometimes I can do this for free, other times for a very affordable price.  While I could not rid myself of every title I owned, I easily reduced my personal database by at least 75%.  I then began to think about my collection of books in the same respect, knowing that many of the physical books that I owned could be just as easily ‘temporarily owned’ just by going to the library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While this is one person’s example of a liberation from ownership based on ease of access to information, I think this mentality will gain momentum in society as a whole.  As sad as it may seem sometimes, much of our culture (specifically internet and global popular culture) is expressed and generated through TV or similar media.  If we have a memory of an old show or movie or a scene that we want to illustrate, we can access it almost instantly.  This approach is permeating our society in an incredibly powerful way.  ‘Possessing’ specific factual information itself is almost obsolete when a small device that many of us carry can be used to Google the answer faster than we can convince someone that we know information beforehand.  I am sure that many academics will roll their eyes and despair at the obsolescence of retaining knowledge, but my impression is that the only practical need for ‘owning’ facts would be a professional career as a Jeopardy contestant.  Alternatively, I propose the possibility that we are witnessing the death of the old model of measuring intelligence by the ability to regurgitate information based on memory in exchange for the need to train ourselves and each other to value critical thinking skills based on such information.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us consider the internet as a source of information which allows us to instantly cite our discussions (no matter how untrue or distorted, even morons can find other morons to agree with).  If we can look at information and intelligence in a new light, maybe we can make progress in the way we measure it.  Regardless of the difference in supporting one’s point of view by spending weeks or months researching in a traditional library or providing a couple of links that reinforce your argument, ultimately stupid people will still be stupid and intelligence will still be intelligence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I leave the specific associations and arguments to those more versed in modern theory, I believe that this discussion highlights Television as a component of an evolving information system that dislocates initial sources into broad 'genres' of perspective.  Perhaps this underlies what we are trying to understand when we talk about Postmodernity.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14950733-8815509884038412992?l=lileface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lileface.blogspot.com/feeds/8815509884038412992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14950733&amp;postID=8815509884038412992&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14950733/posts/default/8815509884038412992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14950733/posts/default/8815509884038412992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lileface.blogspot.com/2010/10/televisioninternet-as-postmodern-art.html' title='Television/internet as postmodern art form?'/><author><name>Lile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019890770555661329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d76oV-WdqZI/SwS2d9zOyjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tUwHDEEh0BQ/S220/IMG_0027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14950733.post-1730933821669185864</id><published>2010-04-08T11:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T22:15:44.014-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confederate Flag?  Pride or hate...</title><content type='html'>A thought:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Growing up in the south, one is almost indoctrinated into having a sense of pride in the heritage of the Confederacy.  The display of the Confederate flag is prevalent in southern society.  While sometimes I might be able to buy the mantra "Pride not hate" in terms of what a person may think they are saying with this statement, the fact remains that the root cause of the Civil War was over the abolition of slavery, a dark stain on the history of our country.  Some may be overtly racist in their idolatry of the Confederacy and its symbols, but I am afraid less malicious people fail to recognize the magnitude of celebrating this heritage 'innocently.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take into account the Holocaust and the atrocities committed under Nazi rule in Germany.  While this may be a more extreme example, imagine that certain regions in Germany periodically celebrated the ideals of Nazi government (excluding the persecution of an entire race), had battleground reenactments, and people openly displayed the nazi flag, wore it on their shirt, marketed flip-flops and hats with the flag on it, etc.  While some or all of these things may actually happen, think about how the world would view such celebration of their 'heritage.'  Now think about what such admiration in our country has to say about our morals and values (not to mention that one rarely sees a black person displaying the symbol of the confederacy, at least not as a source of 'pride').   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I leave it up to others to decide which is worse, the extermination of a race of people or the enslavement and denial of rights to a race of people, the conclusion I have come to is this:  decorating your valuables, property, or yourself with a Confederate Flag is akin to doing the same with a Nazi flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14950733-1730933821669185864?l=lileface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lileface.blogspot.com/feeds/1730933821669185864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14950733&amp;postID=1730933821669185864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14950733/posts/default/1730933821669185864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14950733/posts/default/1730933821669185864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lileface.blogspot.com/2010/04/conferate-flag-pride-or-hate.html' title='Confederate Flag?  Pride or hate...'/><author><name>Lile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019890770555661329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d76oV-WdqZI/SwS2d9zOyjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tUwHDEEh0BQ/S220/IMG_0027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14950733.post-1079250471051005358</id><published>2008-04-23T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T19:02:34.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A No-Brainer</title><content type='html'>Art is an attempt to reconcile stimuli into a coherent, if not complex and evolving, thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as an infant absorbs information through the senses in order to understand its place and relevance to the universe, an art viewer takes inventory of the elements of an artwork and compares them to previously recorded stimuli throughout the viewer's experience in an attempt to find a place for it within that evolving experience.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of a car coming:  the movement of the air carrying the sound, the knowledge of one's place in relation to the sound (whether one is outside or inside, near or far from the sound), the characteristics of the sound of tires on a surface, the frequency of the sound (Doppler Effect), etc.  All of this information is catalogued and compared to previous knowledge of a variety of similar experiences resulting in what one would assume to be a similar experience:  that of a car approaching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now apply this method of thinking to a simple image with two distinctive elements.  In this instance, a photograph of a woman's face, presented with a word, "fork."  Stay with me here.  The mind tries to reconcile these two elements.  What does this mean?  What is it supposed to mean?  Who did this?  Is the woman a fork?  Is the woman saying fork?  Is she labeled as a fork?  Is 'fork' a foreign term for woman?  And so forth.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The image and the meaning of the text, and the professed relationship of the two become something to ponder, to understand.  Some times it is easy but other times, such as this instance, it becomes almost impossible.  Yet there is some vague possibility that can be postulated if one is willing.  It is at this point when the viewer is able to identify with, on some level, the elements presented.  That is art.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14950733-1079250471051005358?l=lileface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lileface.blogspot.com/feeds/1079250471051005358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14950733&amp;postID=1079250471051005358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14950733/posts/default/1079250471051005358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14950733/posts/default/1079250471051005358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lileface.blogspot.com/2008/04/no-brainer.html' title='A No-Brainer'/><author><name>Lile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019890770555661329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d76oV-WdqZI/SwS2d9zOyjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tUwHDEEh0BQ/S220/IMG_0027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14950733.post-8521105321467791934</id><published>2008-02-14T14:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T14:21:56.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Discussion of Art in an Advanced Society</title><content type='html'>Suzanne Langer, according to Terry Barrett in Why is that Art? states that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The visual artist uses elements other than words that are less specific and freer than words constrained by definitions, and we see the artist’s use of the elements—sounds, marks, gestures—and understand them directly and immediately.  The artist, by the use of symbolism, has the capacity to think about things without implying the existence of those objects.  Whereas philosophy and science use discursive language (proceeding to a conclusion with reason rather than intuition) and propositional language (logically expressed statements), art uses nondiscursive language, that is, symbolism that cannot be directly or easily translated into literal, logical statements.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me first say that I agree with this classification, and that science, philosophy, and other forms of reason and evidence based logic are inherently more articulate than any understanding of art we have so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, let’s assume that we, as a society, will have a much greater and inclusive understanding of art in the future, whether it is fifty years from now or five hundred and fifty.  I don’t think many would dispute this postulation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay.  Now, let us imagine that as a society (in the future) we can reach such a level of understanding, a catalogue for reasoning, that we assume a mode of articulation of art that compares with the level of articulation that we have for our understanding of scientific and philosophical concepts.  Basically, we will be able to describe art and interpretation of art as clearly as we can discuss the principle of gravity.  In stating this possibility, someone told me that it would cease to become art.  The intuitive and emotional side of art would be undermined by such understanding and articulation, and it would not be possible to be as expressive and traditionally artistic.  At least, that is how I interpreted this statement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I contest this assertion with a simple analogy.  In psychology, there are certain theories regarding emotion and cognition, much of which attempts to be affirmed with empirical data (for instance, brainscan imaging).  The study of emotion, and agreed upon vocabulary, allow us to discuss and understand emotion in ways that we were previously  unable to do.  Does this discussion, this deconstruction of emotion in any way negate emotion?  Does simply having the means to discuss it somehow undermine its existence, or the physiological ways in which our bodies respond to it?  Does the ability to discuss and understand art, to deconstruct it and study the ways our minds respond to it somehow mean that it doesn’t exist?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14950733-8521105321467791934?l=lileface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lileface.blogspot.com/feeds/8521105321467791934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14950733&amp;postID=8521105321467791934&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14950733/posts/default/8521105321467791934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14950733/posts/default/8521105321467791934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lileface.blogspot.com/2008/02/discussion-of-art-in-advanced-society.html' title='Discussion of Art in an Advanced Society'/><author><name>Lile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019890770555661329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d76oV-WdqZI/SwS2d9zOyjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tUwHDEEh0BQ/S220/IMG_0027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14950733.post-3787780227597143294</id><published>2008-02-10T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T12:08:09.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Older and Wiser?</title><content type='html'>My philosophy of art is an integral aspect of my philosophy of knowledge and life.  As a college student, I am frequently in the position to consider my age and education and how it relates to my placement in society.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider myself young, idealistic, and naively optimistic.  I tend to rely on that as a strength, rather than the traditional societal connotations.  My youthful optimism gives me a source of inspiration, the feeling that I can change the world, or at least my small corner of it.  Of course, given this enthusiasm, I am often confronted with “reality,” as seen by those who are older and consider themselves wiser.  According to these people, I must live for a longer period of time, passively accruing experience, before I am able to comprehend the magnitude and complexity of the world.  Apparently, no matter how much information I actively seek out, how much time and contemplation I put towards understanding, I am ultimately ill-equipped to make a weighted and consequence bearing decision.  That, my friends, is a load of horseshit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I may not consider myself wise, I do believe I have an advantage over some.  Strangely, I think that it is a direct result of my sheltered life.  Growing up in a small town, in a culturally depraved state (now I really sound arrogant), I have been exposed to certain mentalities and prejudices that many people around me take at face value.  I believe that is another curse of youth:  the assertion of information and values without the reasoning behind such beliefs.  Since being away from home, and out from under that mental totalitarianism than can be one’s parents, I have been forced to reexamine many of beliefs.  I have compared and contrasted them against other ways of thinking, and in doing so, have gained a better appreciation of my own value system.  This reevaluation has led me to this conclusion:  I know nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The older, wiser generations would agree that I know nothing.  They would further assume that they know something, and would wish to impart this ‘wisdom’ upon me.  What the ‘wise’ sometimes forget, is that they are not finished learning.  My assumption is that in most cases, the older one gets, the more one is convinced of one’s own wisdom.  This wisdom is affirmed by surrounding oneself with more likeminded individuals.  That search for congruent opinion is an attack on diversity, knowledge, and learning.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have a philosophical disagreement with someone, I learn.  In having a disagreement, both parties attempt to convince the other of the ‘rightness’ of one’s point of view.  I know that I do.  However, this disagreement is a challenge.  In disagreeing with someone, I challenge the other person to convince me that part if not all of his or her point of view is valid.  If that person is successful, I have 1) thought about something in a way that I had not previously, and 2) fundamentally changed the way I think about life.  In gaining this knowledge, I have been given a part of that person’s wisdom, and added it to my own.  This disagreement has forced me to consider my own values and allowed me to affirm them, adjust them, or dismiss them.  Conversely, if that person cannot convince me of his or her point of view, I am obliged to convince this person of mine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I play chess, I try to play someone who is better than me.  I will not learn if I am not challenged.  In losing, I evaluate my mistakes, my weaknesses, and my opponent’s strengths.  I apply that information to my next encounter, relentlessly, until I am able to overcome those obstacles.  I tend to look at belief systems in the same way.  If I do not have the power to defend my point of view, then I must acknowledge yours.  It is this understanding, this assertion that I will always have something to learn, that prepares me in a way that the older and ‘wiser’ cannot and will not comprehend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14950733-3787780227597143294?l=lileface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lileface.blogspot.com/feeds/3787780227597143294/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14950733&amp;postID=3787780227597143294&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14950733/posts/default/3787780227597143294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14950733/posts/default/3787780227597143294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lileface.blogspot.com/2008/02/older-and-wiser.html' title='Older and Wiser?'/><author><name>Lile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019890770555661329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d76oV-WdqZI/SwS2d9zOyjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tUwHDEEh0BQ/S220/IMG_0027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14950733.post-7006775374173917957</id><published>2008-02-07T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-10T12:11:38.552-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Art is Communication</title><content type='html'>Art is communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communication is the creation, organization, and/or translation of sensory information or stimuli from one or more living beings to another living being or beings.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To put this in the context of humanity, communication exists when one or more human beings articulates an aspect of one’s world view into a vehicle which another person can decode, with varying degrees of sophistication depending on that person’s capacity for said degrees of sophistication.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let us assume that the preceding statement is a formula, much like an algebraic equation: ax2 + bx + c = 0, where a, b, and c are real numbers and a ≠ 0.   This formula applies in these situations:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Communication exists when one person organizes information in the form of a news article, given that person’s understanding of the events or ‘news’ in question.  The information is viewed by others, most importantly an editor, before being published, distributed, and consumed.  Upon consumption, the ‘recipient’ selects aspects of this vehicle to interpret, calling on his or her own powers of reason.  The person is then left with some impression of the ideas presented in this vehicle (very often incongruent with its orginal intention) and thus is affected by another human being.  Communication has occurred.&lt;br /&gt;2. Communication exists when one person composes a musical work, such as a song.  The composer possesses a certain understanding of the nature of sound, then proceeds to manipulate it to suit his or her purpose.  Upon performance of the ‘song,’ the ‘recipient’ interprets aspects of this vehicle (in this instance, sound), again left with some impression of the original thought of the composer.  To reiterate, the recipient’s impression of the vehicle is not necessarily required to be congruent with the composer’s intention.  At the most basic level, the creator and recipient can agree that each of their respective brains has interpreted energy in the form of sound waves and electrical signals.  Communication has occurred.&lt;br /&gt;3. Communication exists when a person has artificially manipulated elements into a vehicle that we would refer to as art.  This vehicle is received through one or more of our five senses, converted into electrical signals, and sent to the brain.  Again, this information is interpreted, both basically and cognitively, leaving the viewer with an impression that he or she would otherwise not possess.  Communication has occurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This argument/formula can be applied to the mechanics of a conversation between two people, or the release and receipt of pheremones from one animal to another.  This is an all-inclusive definition of the purpose and principle of our understanding of the English form of the abstract concept we refer to as Communication.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In relation to art, if one is to accept the premise that art is communication, then one must apply a potentially infinite number of complex criteria when evaluating and understanding art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On one side of the spectrum,  the viewer can attempt to understand and interpret a work of art drawing from only the information inherent in the work of art in question.  This can be considered our ‘gut reaction’ to art, our initial impression, the unconscious way in which we immediately evaluate and many times decide if we like it or not.  Many times, this is entirely independent of the artist’s intention.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other end of the spectrum, one perceives this work of art as an entity that shares a mutual existence with oneself in relation to the universe.  There is information inherent in the work/entity itself that can be interpreted, but does not answer all of the questions about why it exists.  The viewer acknowledges that this entity is not eternal, but that events transpired that were integral to this entity’s existence.  If the viewer is so inclined, he or she is forced to ask questions about this entity’s existence.  The question can be as simple as “What is this made of?”  The questions can also be as complex as “Who is the person who made this?” “How did she fit that in here?”  and “What kind of life would this person have led that would have make the existence of this grotesque object necessary?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The former mode of assessment is limited, in that the viewer intentionally adopts key aspects of evaluation while simultaneously omitting others.  Here is an example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The viewer walks into a gallery, armed with his education, his intellect, his powers of reason, and the understanding that he is walking into an art gallery.  Upon viewing a work, he then applies his knowledge of art history (minimal or extensive), his own self applied level of expertise in judging the value of art, and his own theory of what constitutes art.  Simultaneously, he omits other levels of evaluation:  cultural and social context, intent, possibilities or limitations of the space, the personal journey of the artist, etc.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another example is more explicit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A man walks into the Museum of Modern Art, sees Jackson Pollock’s Number 1, and is disgusted.  “What is this?  Dripped paint?  I could do that!  My KID could do THAT!  Why would anyone consider THAT art?”  Simultaneously he is unaware of Mr. Pollock’s ‘traditional’ art training, his ability to render and paint representationally, , his struggles with alcohol and depression, the series of events leading up to Abstract Expressionism, the notion that the work is a record its own making, and the understanding of how little money he was paid in comparison with how much his works are worth today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This viewer is not ill equipped to look at or interpret art.  The art exists to interact immediately with the viewer; visually, aurally, etc.  It is when the viewer makes judgement, for or against, without attempting to ask these other questions, that he or she is in danger of not being able to fully appreciate the existence of art.  This is not to say that true appreciation and understanding is attainable.  There are too many questions to ask.  What is important is the attempt to ask these questions, which is in itself the quest to understanding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As artists and critics, we often talk about context.  In fact, one might argue that this entire theory is put in the context of human thought and interaction with the universe.  All of art has a context, but to limit the parameters of that context undermines the very nature of evaluation and understanding itself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14950733-7006775374173917957?l=lileface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lileface.blogspot.com/feeds/7006775374173917957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14950733&amp;postID=7006775374173917957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14950733/posts/default/7006775374173917957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14950733/posts/default/7006775374173917957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lileface.blogspot.com/2008/02/art-is-communication.html' title='Art is Communication'/><author><name>Lile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019890770555661329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d76oV-WdqZI/SwS2d9zOyjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tUwHDEEh0BQ/S220/IMG_0027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14950733.post-5513836581033499369</id><published>2008-01-29T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T18:58:39.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Text from a personal statement for a methodology course</title><content type='html'>I have always been able to draw.  Even when I was very young, I was aware that the ability to draw was a gift.  I was part of a talented minority.   I was fortunate to have an art teacher as a grandmother, so I was never discouraged from pursuing art as a career, as sadly many in our society are.  In what capacity, I was never quite sure, but I knew that I would use art to make a living. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon entering college, I somehow assumed that since I wasn’t quite sure what I wanted to do that I would major in “undecided.” The next year I declared graphic design; supposedly you can make money doing that.  During the course of my studies, I began enjoying art for itself.  So many different types of art; I liked some, disliked others, but knew that for me, I would not be happy making art for someone else, which I would undoubtedly be doing as a graphic artist.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn’t until my introduction to watercolor and sculpture that I began to mature as an artist.  Watercolor provided me with a medium that was spontaneous and expressive, liberating me from a lifetime of an obsessive-compulsive style of drawing and a complete hatred for oil painting.  I had finally made the transition from drawing to painting, and enjoyed it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it was sculpture that opened my eyes and liberated my mind.  I was introduced to artists I had never heard of before, most of which were still alive.  I was introduced to art that I had never dreamed of:  land art, conceptual art, video art,  installation.  This was art that was happening now, was happening ten, twenty, fifty or more years before I was born, and I had to come to college to hear about it.   It was the artistic equivalent of learning about World War Two, Vietnam, The Cold War, and the Gulf War; Civil Rights, Women’s Liberation, Rock and Roll, etc.  My first projects had to deal with concepts:  light, movement, sound, environment.  At this point, I became aware of a whole new side of art, the cognitive side.   The idea that art is an idea.  At this point, I decided I wanted to be an artist. Furthermore, I wanted to open others’ eyes in the same way that mine were opened.  I wanted to be a professor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I just said, much of my primary influences are conceptual art, video art, sculpture (in the sense that it is an experimentation with materials), and the development of my sensitivity to the space around myself and art, realized through installation and the three dimensional nature of traditional sculpture.  Don’t get me wrong; I love drawing and I love drawings, paintings, and any other art that involves the expressive gesture of the artist’s hand.  However, these traditional forms, generally dependant on the natural talents of the artist, don’t give me the mental high that I get from other forms of conceptual art.  The dialogue between the art and the viewer is not as pronounced, if for no other reason than because the viewer expects it.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This mental appreciation of art tends to make me the ultimate optimist.  I think everyone is an artist, and I think everyone has the capacity to appreciate all forms of art.  My mission in life is to convince everyone of that.  Why?  Because art is fun, every bit of it.  But it can also make you think.  It can piss you off.  It can make you cry.  It can also be dismissed, but not on my watch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When an artist truly finds oneself, the art is a direct conduit to the artist’s mind.  All of the training, the influences, the experience of life itself is channeled into an artwork.  The artist is no longer trying to imitate life.  The artist is now telling you what he or she thinks about life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Art is about communication.  The most natural means of communication is visual.  To gesture to someone, to use body language, to draw an illustration of a thought, to present an idea in written language.  Traditional visual art is natural, but it is not the only way.   I want to get my idea across as a drawing, as a photograph, as a video projection, as a sound, as a smell, as a room.  I hope to refine my understanding of art, and to challenge it.  I want to use this opportunity to articulate myself within a group of peers.  I want to change the way I look at art, and I want to change the way you look at art.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14950733-5513836581033499369?l=lileface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lileface.blogspot.com/feeds/5513836581033499369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14950733&amp;postID=5513836581033499369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14950733/posts/default/5513836581033499369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14950733/posts/default/5513836581033499369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lileface.blogspot.com/2008/01/text-from-personal-statement-for.html' title='Text from a personal statement for a methodology course'/><author><name>Lile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019890770555661329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d76oV-WdqZI/SwS2d9zOyjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tUwHDEEh0BQ/S220/IMG_0027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14950733.post-117090116406709369</id><published>2007-02-07T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T18:19:24.086-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"At times, I am deluded into thinking that the meaning of sculpture may be defined.  Is it not the awareness of an inner reality, of which sculpture is a reflection and a sign?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Isamu Noguchi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I can't understand why people are frightened of new ideas.  I'm frightened by the old ones."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-John Cage&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14950733-117090116406709369?l=lileface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lileface.blogspot.com/feeds/117090116406709369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14950733&amp;postID=117090116406709369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14950733/posts/default/117090116406709369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14950733/posts/default/117090116406709369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lileface.blogspot.com/2007/02/at-times-i-am-deluded-into-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>Lile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019890770555661329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d76oV-WdqZI/SwS2d9zOyjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tUwHDEEh0BQ/S220/IMG_0027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14950733.post-116001391355365342</id><published>2006-10-04T18:36:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T19:05:13.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Observations:  Emmersion in art</title><content type='html'>I was thinking about emmersion in art vs. passive viewing of art.  As i said before, I believe the realm of theatre has hit on this concept, while music and visual art have taken some time coming to this conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In theatre, the audience is experiencing the performance as a person views a painting, viewing through a type of window.  What challenges the viewer is when one's expectations of this window are thrown into chaos when an actor enters into that area from outside, usually from the audience's perspective.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My knowledge of the history of music is limited, but from my understanding it has traditionally been viewed passively in much the same way:  the audience 'watches' the performance (on a stage, for example), absorbing the music from one direction(however, one must remember the practice of choirs in cathedrals being split into opposing sides).  I have been informed that contemporary music is moving from that direction, adopting a more spatial and directional approach, much like surround sound.  For me, this makes the music that much more emersive, maybe even textural, and provides the viewer with not only one more element with which to regard it, but also a way of separating bits of sound into elements that they may not always be inclined to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An example from my own experience:  I witnessed an electronic composition concert last year, where the pieces were designed in 8 channel surround sound.  As a viewer, i was emmersed in 360 degrees of sound, sound which was intentionally broken up directionally.  Sometimes the elements would come from the front, then from the back.  Other times it would reverberate seemingly randomly from different directions, almost as if it were bouncing within the space.  In another instance, it would revolve around me, each speaker growing then fading in volume chronologically as it moved around me.  If i closed my eyes, my mind would probably think that my body was spinning (now there's an interesting though, motion sickness triggered by sound).  This type of approach to music is more sculptural, more spatial, and more installation oriented than anything i had experienced in regards to sound before.  And of course, sculpture, space, and installation is my area of expertise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to deal with visual art.  Sculpture, i.e. a figure in a space differs from a painting/drawing in that the viewer has the option of moving around it in 3 dimensions.   This is a bit different than the passive viewing of 2 dimensional work; the viewer can experience it from all sides, sometimes even from underneath or above.  The result is a dialogue with the audience, where the piece confronts them with the reality that it is a physical object in which one is sharing a space, as opposed to a painting/drawing which within the confines of the frame/edge of the work lies its 'universe.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To take it a step further, consider installation and environmental art.  The artist still works with a given space, yet there can be multiple elements, forcing the viewer to move about in 3 dimensions, effectively being emmersed in the works 'universe.'  No longer is the viewer surrounding the object, experiencing it as if one was the moon and the object was the earth; now the viewer is a part of the piece's world, playing the role of the earth surrounded by the moon, sun, stars, a whole galaxy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think a suitable analogy for this observation of passive vs. emmersion would be the idea of watching television vs. virtual reality.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14950733-116001391355365342?l=lileface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lileface.blogspot.com/feeds/116001391355365342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14950733&amp;postID=116001391355365342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14950733/posts/default/116001391355365342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14950733/posts/default/116001391355365342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lileface.blogspot.com/2006/10/observations-emmersion-in-art_04.html' title='Observations:  Emmersion in art'/><author><name>Lile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019890770555661329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d76oV-WdqZI/SwS2d9zOyjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tUwHDEEh0BQ/S220/IMG_0027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14950733.post-115941383333978257</id><published>2006-09-27T20:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T20:23:53.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ON RE-EXAMINATION OF ART</title><content type='html'>earlier today i was discussing the similarities/differences in art and music with my like-minded, but more musically oriented friend. He has been doing electronic compositions, working with sounds from an abstract perspective, and arranging them in 8 separate surround-sound channels. When listening to an electronic music concert, i was emmersed in 360 degrees of sound, responding both aurally and spacially. We discussed how music traditionally is viewed passively, from one direction (much like a painting, you cannot move around it). He told me that modern/contemporary music was moving more towards this idea of emmersion. To me, this hits on my excitement about sculpture and installation, how it is an attempt to create a more complex dialog with the viewer, to basically say to the viewer, "Hey, I exist in this world, too!" While i probably should have guessed it, it was interesting to learn that similar changes in our perception of art have taken place across disciplines, i.e. music and visual art. Of course, theater has been experimenting with it since Shakespeare, or earlier, has it not? It would be fun to chronicle this interdisciplinary movement through history (a paper....?)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14950733-115941383333978257?l=lileface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lileface.blogspot.com/feeds/115941383333978257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14950733&amp;postID=115941383333978257&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14950733/posts/default/115941383333978257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14950733/posts/default/115941383333978257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lileface.blogspot.com/2006/09/on-re-examination-of-art.html' title='ON RE-EXAMINATION OF ART'/><author><name>Lile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019890770555661329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d76oV-WdqZI/SwS2d9zOyjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tUwHDEEh0BQ/S220/IMG_0027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14950733.post-115880947523001879</id><published>2006-09-20T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-20T20:31:15.243-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Collage=Art=Collage</title><content type='html'>I've become attracted to the concept of collage and its manifestations.  Some of my influences have been Robert Rauschenberg, Joseph Cornell, and Dada artists such as Hannah Hoch, Kurt Schwitters, Raoul Hausmann.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my recent work has included a "video collage" of animated mechanical devices, and a current serious of light boxes constructed of found wood in the sculpture studio and the simple wiring of light fixtures.  I've always (in terms of my maturity as an artist) been drawn to the found object, and i'm starting to see it's effect on my work as I look at my portfolio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tentatively adopting a philosophy of the collage and how it relates to all art.  The collage/photomontage/assemblage is a composition of images, text, found objects, and photographs, coalesced into one "universe" i should say.  My proposal is that all art is a form of collage of the mind, where the addition, arrangement, and juxtaposition of images, objects, (memories), ideas, etc., drawn from the library (or palette) of one's own consciousness.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I challenge anyone to contradict this definition of art, as I feel I can justify it infinitely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14950733-115880947523001879?l=lileface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lileface.blogspot.com/feeds/115880947523001879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14950733&amp;postID=115880947523001879&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14950733/posts/default/115880947523001879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14950733/posts/default/115880947523001879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lileface.blogspot.com/2006/09/collageartcollage.html' title='Collage=Art=Collage'/><author><name>Lile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019890770555661329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d76oV-WdqZI/SwS2d9zOyjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tUwHDEEh0BQ/S220/IMG_0027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14950733.post-115733954416338340</id><published>2006-09-03T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T20:14:07.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>On Readymades</title><content type='html'>"since the tubes of paint used by the artist are manufactured and ready made products we must conclude that all the paintings in the world are 'readymades aided' and also works of assemblage."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Marcel Duchamp&lt;br /&gt;  Apropos of "Readymades" 1961&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14950733-115733954416338340?l=lileface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lileface.blogspot.com/feeds/115733954416338340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14950733&amp;postID=115733954416338340&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14950733/posts/default/115733954416338340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14950733/posts/default/115733954416338340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lileface.blogspot.com/2006/09/on-readymades.html' title='On Readymades'/><author><name>Lile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019890770555661329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d76oV-WdqZI/SwS2d9zOyjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tUwHDEEh0BQ/S220/IMG_0027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14950733.post-115733717172870116</id><published>2006-09-03T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T19:32:51.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like a comic book</title><content type='html'>you know, if you scroll down, the photographs seem to have a narrative quality.  I dare someone to write a story about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14950733-115733717172870116?l=lileface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lileface.blogspot.com/feeds/115733717172870116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14950733&amp;postID=115733717172870116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14950733/posts/default/115733717172870116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14950733/posts/default/115733717172870116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lileface.blogspot.com/2006/09/like-comic-book.html' title='Like a comic book'/><author><name>Lile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019890770555661329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d76oV-WdqZI/SwS2d9zOyjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tUwHDEEh0BQ/S220/IMG_0027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14950733.post-115733681404867898</id><published>2006-09-03T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T19:26:54.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>trainyard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4492/1369/1600/trainyard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4492/1369/320/selfindulgence.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14950733-115733677809384183?l=lileface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lileface.blogspot.com/feeds/115733677809384183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14950733&amp;postID=115733677809384183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14950733/posts/default/115733677809384183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14950733/posts/default/115733677809384183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lileface.blogspot.com/2006/09/self-indulgence.html' title='self indulgence'/><author><name>Lile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019890770555661329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d76oV-WdqZI/SwS2d9zOyjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tUwHDEEh0BQ/S220/IMG_0027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14950733.post-115733674119874985</id><published>2006-09-03T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T19:25:41.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>prison</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4492/1369/1600/prison.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4492/1369/320/prison.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14950733-115733674119874985?l=lileface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lileface.blogspot.com/feeds/115733674119874985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14950733&amp;postID=115733674119874985&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14950733/posts/default/115733674119874985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14950733/posts/default/115733674119874985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lileface.blogspot.com/2006/09/prison.html' title='prison'/><author><name>Lile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019890770555661329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d76oV-WdqZI/SwS2d9zOyjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tUwHDEEh0BQ/S220/IMG_0027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14950733.post-115733670540072150</id><published>2006-09-03T19:24:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T19:25:05.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>machine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4492/1369/1600/machine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4492/1369/320/machine.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14950733-115733670540072150?l=lileface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lileface.blogspot.com/feeds/115733670540072150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14950733&amp;postID=115733670540072150&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14950733/posts/default/115733670540072150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14950733/posts/default/115733670540072150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lileface.blogspot.com/2006/09/machine_03.html' title='machine'/><author><name>Lile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019890770555661329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d76oV-WdqZI/SwS2d9zOyjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tUwHDEEh0BQ/S220/IMG_0027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14950733.post-115733665246866063</id><published>2006-09-03T19:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T19:24:12.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>helmet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4492/1369/1600/helmt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4492/1369/320/helmt.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14950733-115733665246866063?l=lileface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lileface.blogspot.com/feeds/115733665246866063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14950733&amp;postID=115733665246866063&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14950733/posts/default/115733665246866063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14950733/posts/default/115733665246866063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lileface.blogspot.com/2006/09/helmet.html' title='helmet'/><author><name>Lile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019890770555661329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d76oV-WdqZI/SwS2d9zOyjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tUwHDEEh0BQ/S220/IMG_0027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14950733.post-115733658549484507</id><published>2006-09-03T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T19:23:05.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gunsight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4492/1369/1600/gunsight.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4492/1369/320/fiesoleh.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14950733-115733654893383409?l=lileface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lileface.blogspot.com/feeds/115733654893383409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14950733&amp;postID=115733654893383409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14950733/posts/default/115733654893383409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14950733/posts/default/115733654893383409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lileface.blogspot.com/2006/09/fiesoleh.html' title='fiesoleh'/><author><name>Lile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019890770555661329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d76oV-WdqZI/SwS2d9zOyjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tUwHDEEh0BQ/S220/IMG_0027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14950733.post-115733649837783949</id><published>2006-09-03T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T19:21:38.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'>boboli</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4492/1369/1600/boboli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4492/1369/320/boboli.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14950733-115733649837783949?l=lileface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lileface.blogspot.com/feeds/115733649837783949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14950733&amp;postID=115733649837783949&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14950733/posts/default/115733649837783949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14950733/posts/default/115733649837783949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lileface.blogspot.com/2006/09/boboli.html' title='boboli'/><author><name>Lile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019890770555661329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d76oV-WdqZI/SwS2d9zOyjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tUwHDEEh0BQ/S220/IMG_0027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14950733.post-115733635355372563</id><published>2006-09-03T19:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T19:19:13.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>android</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4492/1369/1600/android.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4492/1369/320/android.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14950733-115733635355372563?l=lileface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lileface.blogspot.com/feeds/115733635355372563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14950733&amp;postID=115733635355372563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14950733/posts/default/115733635355372563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14950733/posts/default/115733635355372563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lileface.blogspot.com/2006/09/android.html' title='android'/><author><name>Lile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019890770555661329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d76oV-WdqZI/SwS2d9zOyjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tUwHDEEh0BQ/S220/IMG_0027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14950733.post-114537999230954912</id><published>2006-04-18T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T10:06:32.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relax</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4492/1369/1600/pspi_blot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4492/1369/320/pspi_blot.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found i new analogy for viewing art, one that i would think people who are unsure about art should adopt.  I think there is a bit of stress involved in viewing art, especially contemporary art.  One is motivated to understand the art, or be able to explain it for the sake of others, and if they cannot explain it, often they lash out at it and dismiss it, or ridicule it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel one should look at art as if it were a rorschach, or ink blot, test.  In a rorshach test, we know what we are looking at and we know what we are supposed to do:  we are tuned in to our individual collection of memories, and we draw on those memories to interperet the ink blot, to resolve it into images, or feelings.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4492/1369/1600/Untitled%20%28Rorschach%29%201%20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4492/1369/320/Untitled%20%28Rorschach%29%201%20.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see the analogy i am making?  When i look at a work, my mind is relaxed and open to respond to the imagery with my own life experience, to interperet it in regards to myself.  I find that when i ask about the work, or the reasons behind it, i am often disappointed with the answer because it generally conflicts with the history that i have imagined for it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4492/1369/1600/macchie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4492/1369/320/macchie.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4492/1369/1600/rorchack.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4492/1369/320/rorchack.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not trying to be idealistic here, because i know that only some works will truly resonate with people on this level.  However, if i can communicate this idea to others, especially those who are not particularly "educated" in the arts, i feel i can help them tune in to their own inherent creativity.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check these out, then look at some art&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.medical-library.org/journals/mddx/Rorshach/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.artnet.com/Magazine/features/fineman/fineman10-15-96.asp&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14950733-114537999230954912?l=lileface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lileface.blogspot.com/feeds/114537999230954912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14950733&amp;postID=114537999230954912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14950733/posts/default/114537999230954912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14950733/posts/default/114537999230954912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lileface.blogspot.com/2006/04/relax.html' title='Relax'/><author><name>Lile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019890770555661329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d76oV-WdqZI/SwS2d9zOyjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tUwHDEEh0BQ/S220/IMG_0027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14950733.post-112649826068227756</id><published>2005-09-11T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T21:11:00.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote of the Day</title><content type='html'>"Basically, artists work out of rather stupid kinds of impulses and then the work is done."     -Jasper Johns&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14950733-112649826068227756?l=lileface.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lileface.blogspot.com/feeds/112649826068227756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14950733&amp;postID=112649826068227756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14950733/posts/default/112649826068227756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14950733/posts/default/112649826068227756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lileface.blogspot.com/2005/09/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the Day'/><author><name>Lile</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04019890770555661329</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='26' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d76oV-WdqZI/SwS2d9zOyjI/AAAAAAAAAA0/tUwHDEEh0BQ/S220/IMG_0027.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
