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Loomis - Whatever you recreate from the artefact which I produce, whether it's a painting or a spoken "good morning", will never be the precise meaning that leaves my hands/mouth/etc. In fact, as Derrida points out, there is no such thing as literal language.
Perfectly true - but actually, I'd suggest that you won't know the precise meaning of your 'good morning' either - you're not conscious all the time of everything your actions mean to you. At least, not unless your consciousness is scarily different from mine. What an intriguing idea. Anyway, the kind of communication I'm talking about exists in (possibly even as) a state which preceeds definition and cogitation.
Here's a way of thinking of it: I make a piece of art. I don't begin to comprehend consciously everything which I put into it. It is a statement of my identity at the time, in one way or another. I go on instinct and in some cases a technical or theoretical perception, but much of what is done will not be verbally explicable. You see this, and you take it on board. I've just dumped a whole ton of stuff in your head. I don't know what it is and nor do you. You may never have a use for it, you may never unpack it, it may do nothing for you. On the other hand, you may find yourself in a situation where you need a new template, where you come up against something of which you have no experience, but to which my art is relevant, and there you are, with at least a shadow of an approach to guide you. Transmitted experience, ready to use. |
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