Post by champagne_dad on Dec 27, 2015 3:49:11 GMT -5
I can definetly see some similarities between your thread and Heron's, as a lot of the artwork displayed have a sense of tranquility and introspection. Actually, some of the artworks, especially the first two, remind me of Yohitako Amono's art style. Are you familiar with his work by any chance?
champagne_dad - Ohh, yesss. Amano's art is one of my favorites. I love the grit and line-detail he adds to things, and I'm a big fan of art nouveau for the same reason. It's kinda 2D but simultaneously very detailed. I love abstract dark arts in general, and have a dark bent in me (tho not a fan of gore).
Heron - Neat! it's kinda like a counterpart word that's more verbally focused (versus visual) from what google says. O:
Y'know, I once came across a Japanese word that seems to encapsulate it best: Yūgen
A precious sadness, a soothing lowliness. Beauty in the face of the insurmountable or transient...
Hmm, I think I understand what you're saying... I like to understand and dissect things verbally/with logic but on more than one occasion I've found that after my attempt to define or explain something, I'm somehow disappointed; it's as if I've lost something... Something that can't be explained linguistically/ logically. It's like seeing a beautiful flower and then picking it so that you can admire it closely, only, as soon as you've picked it, you've killed it (lost it). Just because you can't explain something doesn't mean your understanding is pre-verbal and primitive. Rather, it could be that our language/understanding is incomplete and unable to capture certain realities.
Auburn - I love your description: A precious sadness, a soothing lowliness. Beauty in the face of the insurmountable or transient...
There's something deeply touching about beauty that breaks your heart as it inspires you.. beauty of this sort seems worthy of admiration, in a way. It is that which is unreachable and unfathomable, causing one's soul to reach toward it in vain until it feels that your desire and your heart along with it have been ripped from you and extinguished into an inescapable stillness. There is a humbleness felt when faced with this kind of beauty, an acknowledgement of the small, finite nature of one's self and our inability to comprehend or to preserve.
@quove - What you say here reminds me very much of something Richard Feynman said:
I think, I can see it from both points of view. On the one hand, there is something very perfect about the existence of a thing as it is without outside intervention. It seems in a way that dissecting the manifestations of nature disrupts some of the nuanced truths of their form. At the least, it extinguishes the reality of their wholeness, of the finely balanced relationship between their elements; which is something quite worth acknowledgement in itself. However, I agree with Feynman that there is beauty to be found at all levels of a phenomenon. I think Ti revels in the act of dissection, and I do find a certain beauty and exhilaration in the perception of the intricate whole truth of a thing, which is gained through analysis of each of its parts and deduction of its fundamental principles. Being limited in our abilities to perceive, unfortunately it seems we can't have both of these fulfillments at once; appreciation for the whole and understanding of what makes up the whole.
Last Edit: Dec 28, 2015 22:37:43 GMT -5 by Alerith