Please don’t tell me what it means, because neither of us knows. “Knowing” is control, or an attempt at control; nothing knows.
Art is not a 1:1 scaled trap (teaching hunter artist to rube viewer) — art is an uncontrollable proposition; uncontrollable for both viewer and artist. That is, art must be, in large part, ambiguous, otherwise it is something else, like propaganda, a tool of dogma, a kind of illustration or just something for a gallery to do. Not everything is art, which is fine.
Also, if magick is the science of tomorrow, perhaps art is the process that helps to channel (or situate) the resultant tensions and questions of that process (whether somber, ravishing, disturbing or what have you).
In any case, these bloody bone logs or bleached branches burning at each end or whatever those things are, by Adam Vackar, are certainly art. The strange sequentially angled truncations advance at us with fertile discomfort and something like a far off familiarity.
Art is not a 1:1 scaled trap (teaching hunter artist to rube viewer) — art is an uncontrollable proposition; uncontrollable for both viewer and artist. That is, art must be, in large part, ambiguous, otherwise it is something else, like propaganda, a tool of dogma, a kind of illustration or just something for a gallery to do. Not everything is art, which is fine.
Also, if magick is the science of tomorrow, perhaps art is the process that helps to channel (or situate) the resultant tensions and questions of that process (whether somber, ravishing, disturbing or what have you).
In any case, these bloody bone logs or bleached branches burning at each end or whatever those things are, by Adam Vackar, are certainly art. The strange sequentially angled truncations advance at us with fertile discomfort and something like a far off familiarity.