Percept, Affect, and Concept

What is preserved -the thing or the work of art- is a bloc of sensations, that is to say, a compound of percepts and affects.
Percepts are no longer perceptions; they are independent of a state of those who experience them. Affects are no longer feelings or affections; they go beyond the strength of those who undergo them.
Sensations, percepts, and affects are beings whose validity lies in themselves and exceeds any lived. They could be said to exist in the absence of man because man, as he is caught in stone, on the canvas, or by words, is himself a compound of percepts and affects.
The work of art is a being of sensation and nothing else: it exists in itself.
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The artist’s greatest difficulty is to make it stand up on its own.
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Standing up alone does not mean having a top and a bottom or being upright (for even houses are drunk and askew); it is only the act by which the compound of created sensations is preserved in itself-a monument, but one that may be contained in a few marks or a few lines, like a poem by Emily Dickinson.
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We may also admire children’s drawings, or rather be moved by them, but they rarely stand up and only resemble Klee or Miró if we do not look at them for long. The paintings of the mad, on the contrary, often hold up, but on condition of being crammed full, with no empty space remaining.
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We paint, sculpt, compose, and write with sensations. We paint, sculpt, compose, and write sensations.

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The monument’s action is not memory but fabulation. We write not with childhood memories but through blocs or childhood that are the becoming-child of the present.

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The percept is the landscape before man, in the absence of man.
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Affects are precisely these nonhuman becomings of man, just as percepts–including the town–are nonhuman landscapes of nature.
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Creative fabulation has nothing to do with a memory, however exaggerated, or with a fantasy. In fact, the artist, including- the novelist, goes  beyond the perceptual states and affective transitions of thelived. The artist is a seer, a becomer.
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How can a moment of the world be rendered durable or made to exist by itself? Virginia Woolf provides an answer that is as valid for painting and music as it is for writing: “Saturate every atom,” “eliminate all waste, deadness, superfluity,” everything that adheres to our current and lived perceptions, everything that nourishes the mediocre novelist; and keep only the saturation that gives us the percept. “It must include nonsense, fact, sordidity: but made transparent“; “I want to put practically everything in; yet to saturate.”
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When Proust seems to be describing jealousy in such minute detail, he is inventing an affect, because he constantly
reverses the order in affections presupposed by opinion, according to which jealousy would be an unhappy consequence of love: for him, on the contrary, jealousy is finality, destination; and if we must love, it is so that we can be jealous, jealousy being the meaning of signs- affect as semiology.
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It should be said of all art that, in relation to the percepts or visions they give us, artists are presenters of affects, the inventors and creators of affects. They not only create them in their work, they give them to us and make us become with them, they draw us into the compound.
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A floral history of painting is like the endlessly and continuously resumed creation of the percepts and affects of flowers. Whether through words, colors, sounds, or stone, art is the language of sensations.
Art does not have opinions.
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Composition, composition is the sole definition of art. Composition is aesthetic, and what is not composed is not a work of art. However, technical composition, the work of the material that often calls on science (mathematics, physics, chemistry, anatomy), is not to be confused with aesthetic composition, which is the work of sensation.
Only the latter fully deserves the name composition, and a work of art is never produced by or for the sake of technique.
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And the relationship between the two planes, between technical and aesthetic planes of composition, constantly varies historically.
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If there is progress in art it is because art can live only by creating new percepts and affects as so many detours, returns, dividing lines, changes of level and scale. From this point of view, the distinction between two states of oil painting assumes a completely different, aesthetic and no longer technical aspect-this distinction clearly does not come down to “representational or not,” since no art and no sensation have ever been representational.
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What defines thought in its three great forms – art, science, and philosophy- is always confronting chaos, laying out a plane, throwing a plane over chaos.
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Abstract art and conceptual art are two recent attempts to bring art and philosophy together, but they do not substitute the concept for the sensation; rather they create sensations and not concepts.

_from Gilles Deleuze and Félix Guattari, What Is Philosophy?_

Living in an Age of Uncertainty

‘the capital of fear can be turned to any kind of profit, commercial or political. And it is personal safety that has become a major, perhaps even the major selling point in all sorts of marketing strategies.’
Zygmunt Bauman, Liquid Modern Life and its Fears, p. 12 in Liquid Times, 2007.

Dit eerste essay in Liquid Times, Living in an Age of Uncertainty is hoogst actueel in de huidige Covid-19 crisis. Goed om te lezen in deze tijd waarin onze vrijheden sterk beperkt worden ‘voor onze persoonlijke en gezamenlijk gezondheid’.

soylent green

Het heeft wel iets van de eery sfeer van de SF films die de VPRO lang gelden uitzond, Amsterdam onder Corona regels. Alles lijkt gewoon (al is er minder geluid) en is het niet. Waarschijnlijk is het inderdaad de stilte die enigszins afleid omdat het ongewoon is.

‘sommige mensen hebben het gewoon’

Ik lees, kijk in een catalogus van Hreinn Fridfinnsson en ik vind het geweldig. Hoe de man tig jaar beeldend onderzoek verbeeld. Bij zo’n kunstenaar hoef je je niet af te vragen wat kunst is. Hij ís kunstenaar, het is zijn manier van leven. Boeiend.

Op de foto hierboven: Fridfinnsson werd door collega kunstenaars gevraagd iets te doen voor hun nieuwe artspace. Die artspace was hun kampeerbusje. F. had tegelijkertijd een opening ergens in IJsland en plakte op de kunstenaars en hun kinderen een naambordje. Dit was de performance, die vastgelegd werd door middel van foto’s.

zigzag

wat is kunst?
wat is leven?
grote vragen, die afgelopen jaren regelmatig in mijn hoofd opkomen.
nu zijn er ook externe zaken die deze vragen oproepen.

naast mijn studies in Spinoza, Deleuze en kunst zijn er momenteel sterk verouderende familieleden en vrienden; mensen die mij na zijn en door ziektes aangetast zijn. en ook bijvoorbeeld Sonic Acts die ons de waanzin van de (westerse) mens toont en het leven van al die andere soorten, de non-humans.
en nu Covid-19.

Ik lees momenteel o.a.  Sad by design van Geert Lovink. Die aan het eind van zijn deprimerende analyses ook wegen voorwaarts (of zijwaarts, zigzaggend) zoekt in het slothoofdstuk over commons.
Think global, act local. Maak weer ruimte voor kleinschalig initiatieven die hun eigen leefwijzen kunnen vormen. Op internet en in het echie.

Misschien is de beeldende kunst, die van de objecten, daarin slechts een bescheiden onderdeel. Zijn elementen van die kunst, het zelf doen en het bedenken en open staan voor oplossingen veel belangrijker. Is het (ver)bouwen van een huis, het onderhouden van een tuin even belangrijk.
ONTWIKKELEN en vormgeven.
Ruimte creëren en delen.

excuus

vaak is kunstenaar een excuus, althans een geaccepteerde verklaring, voor het zoekende gedrag van sommigen. wat sommigen van ons doen is verkennen, onderzoeken, denken en dat verbeelden. wat ik ben is een dier behorende tot de soort mens, je mag me tom noemen en, om een plaats te mogen hebben, kunstenaar.

slow down

these are weird days. de rust is voelbaar in de omgeving. er komen geen vliegtuigen over, ik hoor minder trams en nu het hamsteren lijkt af te nemen is het zelfs aan de overkant rustig. het zijn vreemde tijden omdat we niet weten wat er gebeurt, hoe lang het gaat duren en hoe we straks verder gaan. misschien verandert er niets. of alles?

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