"Theorists of a psychoanalytic orientation have argued that artists as a class indulge in “oceanic dedifferentiation”: “What is common to all examples of dedifferentiation is their freedom from having to make a choice… . Oceanic dedifferentiation usually occurs only in deeply unconscious levels and so escapes attention; if made conscious … we may experience feelings of manic ecstasy.” De Kooning liked to be at sea, dedifferentiated: “All kinds of painting become just painting… . When I’m falling, I’m doing all right."
Shiff, Richard. “Criticism at Odds with Its Art: Prophecy, Projection, Doubt, Paranoia” Common Knowledge, Vol. 9, Issue 3 (Fall 2003): 434-462
this paper, if i had written it before tonight would have been so delicious
THE NIGHT IS YOUNG THERE IS STILL HOPE.
"Instead of making cathedrals out of Christ, man, or ‘life,’ we are making it out of ourselves, out of our own feelings. The image we produce is self-evident one of revelation, real and concrete, that can be understood by anyone who will look at it without the nostalgic glasses of history."
Barnett Newman, “The Sublime in Now” (1948)
Pink Angels by Willem de Kooning, c.1945
I have feelings for this, today was the first time I’ve ever mentally registered it and I never ever liked de kooning before
ending an email to my art hist prof “I have Bronzino problems…”
constant issue in my life.
you guys, I’m so excited can’t you tell.
no but seriously. I’m nervous with joy.
I’m also at that awkward junior college status where I don’t even 100 level classes anymore and I actually give a fuck.
I just want to meet a nice normal intelligent person who doesn’t mind listening to me rant on for hours about british bands and fucking art history.
I promise I can be funny sometimes, and I’ve got a pretty sick sense of humor/sarcasm.
I’ll cook you dinner like on tv and be really domestic, because I like doing things that please other people.
I’ll drive you wherever you want to go and spend hours making a mixtape for the car, even if you don’t notice it.
I really like things that mean something. I could make everything so fucking worth it for someone, as they could for me. God I just am kind of a passionate person and I don’t deal with bullshit well.
I think I’ve seen the notebook one too many times. Idealistic standards that will never come true. Alone for life.
