i am interested in the dialogue that exists between the material conditions of the world, and the psychological conditions—though not strictly pathological—of the people who bring about those conditions in the world. at the same time, i am interested in the idea that engaging with art shouldnt just be about deducing an authors presumed intention but that it also seems unethical to immerse oneself in the undifferentiated intensity felt of an artwork in certain circumstances, e.g. with more didactic works that refer to the first idea here—i realize the intensity i perceive to be communicated through my music is quantized by a plethora of distal images, smells, tastes, sounds and feels which the recipient surely does not have in common, and that this must apply to all art as well; that there is never an exact conveyance as much as we might try. still, the manner in which my thoughts and feelings are expressed within this container still feels correct, and i feel blessed that it feels correct regardless of whether those thoughts and feelings are of a more cerebral or a more emotional nature (it never truly goes just one way or the other, because thinking is a sort of feeling—not that the non-existence of the former condition would preclude the latter).
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