Comments on: Gedankenexperiments; an installation? http://composit.wordpress.com/2008/04/28/gedankenexperiments-an-installation/ electronic greenhouse Fri, 26 Jun 2009 15:18:53 +0000 http://wordpress.com/ hourly 1 By: kaet44 http://composit.wordpress.com/2008/04/28/gedankenexperiments-an-installation/#comment-39 kaet44 Wed, 04 Jun 2008 00:36:32 +0000 http://composit.wordpress.com/?p=7#comment-39 This is the palace, I found it in passing. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/San_Lorenzo_de_El_Escorial This is the palace, I found it in passing.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/San_Lorenzo_de_El_Escorial

]]> By: kaet44 http://composit.wordpress.com/2008/04/28/gedankenexperiments-an-installation/#comment-17 kaet44 Tue, 29 Apr 2008 23:28:33 +0000 http://composit.wordpress.com/?p=7#comment-17 I guess I was thinking that if some thought experiments were made concrete, and real, then they could help be a reflection of some kinds of inner and abstract things which it's difficult to realise in visual media. I guess that dropping the experiment thing would probably be important because I think that the really valuable ones wouldn't be at all didactic, just reflective, and I'd hope that there were as many reactions as visitors, :). For me, I guess I would be thinking mainly of the origin of value, from where value flows, and why. A bit like your dream about and uploaded life, and the whole <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Transhumanism" rel="nofollow">transhuman</a> movement [with whom I have a decades-long low level vendetta, :)], and bringing the body-as-an-experience back into the equation (someone perhaps experiences a visceral sensation at the button push), but keeping out the body-as-form (which is hidden). That reminds me. Janet bought me a brilliant book called Gender and Architecture a while ago, which has lots of brilliant work, one coming to mind is about cloistered nuns and the way their gaze upon the congregation empowered it, and basically doing the whole panopticon thing but in a radically different context. I wonder if the acceptance of CCTV thing is a bit like this: the police as the attached abbey to a church of the public place which adds meaning to the place, and potentiates it through the sublimated violence. Each observation post spilling out like a kind of cornucopia, a kind of Trevi fountain, of aggression and complicity. The king sitting there in his chapel, knowing that he is being prayed for in a massive hidden mechanism. Which is quite a nasty world. Philip II, I think, I'm not very good with names, a Spanish king, anyway, he built a whole palace in two halves, a secular one and a massive supermonestary. And the two halves were isolated, except where he lay his head was a wall and behind it was the high alter of the abbey, and the cross right inches away from his head. The whole architecture of the place was like a massive machine for redemption. But I think I'm just free-associating, now. I guess I was thinking that if some thought experiments were made concrete, and real, then they could help be a reflection of some kinds of inner and abstract things which it’s difficult to realise in visual media. I guess that dropping the experiment thing would probably be important because I think that the really valuable ones wouldn’t be at all didactic, just reflective, and I’d hope that there were as many reactions as visitors, :) .

For me, I guess I would be thinking mainly of the origin of value, from where value flows, and why. A bit like your dream about and uploaded life, and the whole transhuman movement [with whom I have a decades-long low level vendetta, :) ], and bringing the body-as-an-experience back into the equation (someone perhaps experiences a visceral sensation at the button push), but keeping out the body-as-form (which is hidden).

That reminds me. Janet bought me a brilliant book called Gender and Architecture a while ago, which has lots of brilliant work, one coming to mind is about cloistered nuns and the way their gaze upon the congregation empowered it, and basically doing the whole panopticon thing but in a radically different context. I wonder if the acceptance of CCTV thing is a bit like this: the police as the attached abbey to a church of the public place which adds meaning to the place, and potentiates it through the sublimated violence. Each observation post spilling out like a kind of cornucopia, a kind of Trevi fountain, of aggression and complicity. The king sitting there in his chapel, knowing that he is being prayed for in a massive hidden mechanism. Which is quite a nasty world.

Philip II, I think, I’m not very good with names, a Spanish king, anyway, he built a whole palace in two halves, a secular one and a massive supermonestary. And the two halves were isolated, except where he lay his head was a wall and behind it was the high alter of the abbey, and the cross right inches away from his head. The whole architecture of the place was like a massive machine for redemption.

But I think I’m just free-associating, now.

]]> By: 1ngi http://composit.wordpress.com/2008/04/28/gedankenexperiments-an-installation/#comment-15 1ngi Tue, 29 Apr 2008 22:15:55 +0000 http://composit.wordpress.com/?p=7#comment-15 I have to go away and think about this a bit more. The sketch helped enormously because I'm a very visual person. And congratulations on drawing the first original image for composit! As the button-pusher think I'd find it isolating. Which is strange because you'd expect the artist's assistant to find it so. I guess it could be a metaphor for the hit and miss of our efforts for others. There is no way of knowing if the object of your attention is going to receive your intent due to being mentally (rather than physically absent). It makes me think about unrequited love. There's a poem by Auden <i> The more loving one </i>. Actually, I think I'm bit crap at thought experiments. I have to go away and think about this a bit more. The sketch helped enormously because I’m a very visual person. And congratulations on drawing the first original image for composit!

As the button-pusher think I’d find it isolating. Which is strange because you’d expect the artist’s assistant to find it so. I guess it could be a metaphor for the hit and miss of our efforts for others. There is no way of knowing if the object of your attention is going to receive your intent due to being mentally (rather than physically absent).

It makes me think about unrequited love. There’s a poem by Auden The more loving one .

Actually, I think I’m bit crap at thought experiments.

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