I have always thought of aesthetics not as a social construct but as a cooperative social process by which a society becomes aware of itself. Invisible, ghost-like patterns of desire, distrust, and concern are amplified, and aggregated, “pulled from the depths” buried beneath ordinarily disclosed worlds or structural backgrounds of meaning, through the millions of interactions and reciprocations wherein they are juxtaposed in contradictory ways while still satisfying coherency within the disclosed world in order to call attention to the feeling of unease that happens and thus to the patterns themselves. Things are not always what they appear to be—aesthetics operate on two levels allowing the production novel meanings under-determined from the world they operate on.
What are the conditions upon which we can differentiate between intelligible sets of images and how can an image destroy the intelligibility of them? Something like a desk (it’s presence) gains sense and intelligibility in relation to other things (books, paper, pen, computer etc.) because of the context we have acquired intuitively in everyday use, and their presence is interpreted in light of their possibilities within a given context. Aesthetics intends to re-orienttheir presence by drawing attention to other features of the object within a given system of meaning and purpose, not necessarily that for which the object was originally created. The strength of an ensemble of images is at least dependent on how clearly those features are echoed.
I always find that creation is always accompanied by destruction, as when i add a new image to a stable ensemble of images on my blog, it destroys the relationship between them which was a creative expression of the sensibilities conferring beauty on otherwise vulgar external objects. But sometimes such relationships live on, transplanted into the perception…
coherency is a mode of self-expression, i have found that horizontally blogging across several blogs balances both types of self-expression, albeit imperfectly.
i do it sometimes in controlled and limited ways
what would happen to my tumblr if i simply posted whatever i wanted