Good art asks questions, bad art gives answers.

Questions asked by art can come along in a very direct manner, sometimes radical, as well as in a total subtle way; they can be colorful or plain, a play of shadows, light and dark; they can be of sound or rest in the sound of silence – yet they are always universal! This is why art – in whatever form or shape and if we like it or not, understand it or not, connect to it or not – has a deeper meaning for us as individuals, as cultures and for the world as such. The only task we have is to listen to these questions, to open up to them, to let them come close and be moved by them. At this point, the universal then turns into something personal – the personal out of which it arises from the artist and the personal which it meets in us, the viewer. It can be a total different feeling or viewpoint and that’s the beauty and value of it as there is never one way of seeing but always one world.

Art, at its best, allows this kind of intermediate space as source of origin for the new, the different, the expansion – both inside and outside.

I write about non-duality, high-sensitivity, the power of intuition and energy as matter, direction, life and… art!

My art writing is not involved in any more “discourse production”, classical “review” or the irrelevance of curatorial rhetoric, but rather is a way to ask fundamental questions about art, life, human being and beyond.

 

The Art Blog

I am deeply moved by the words laying on this paper. In fact, not everyone can read and write about others works and sensibilities. But with you I have this feeling that you could see between the lines, behind the walls, through the fog... it’s a powerful, honest, and sensitive text, where I feel totally understood and connected. Let’s share again inspiration, love and care. I thank you for the generosity of your heart and your understanding of human being.
— Laetitia Vançon, Artist
 

The Aesthetics of The Real

 
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What pattern connects the crab to the lobster and the orchid to the primrose and all the four of them to me? And me to you?
— Gregory Bateson

All his life, Gregory Bateson was on a quest to find the “pattern” that everything connects. I really cannot say at this point if he found a final answer to this question. In any event, it would have been his answer. The question leads me immediately to that mysterious figure of thought that can only ever be its beginning: myself. In order to be able to enter into a sphere in which I can come up with a response, I must first of all have answered for myself: Who am I? Who has not asked himself this very question at some point in his life? And if there are answers to it, such as ‘I’m Tina’, ‘I’m an art scholar’ – who is it saying that? What would happen or remain if especially the last part of the sentence drops out? The great, scary, unknown, indescribable I AM.

And things turned out as they mostly do in life: Unforeseen. Read on…

 
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