Post 39: Looking
Closeness is important for writing. What kind of closeness? I have to feel like I’m looking at something in order to write about it, which I believe is often why I write about the things I am looking at. What is this closeness you have when you look at something?
To visualize this:
To pick up a different part of this, is Ken Friedman’s work a sculpture being mimed? The central question I'm aware of with the work overall is the question of if his sculpture is a sculpture at all. Does a sculpture that takes over the space of seeing simply become seeing, not being able to hold onto the identity of sculpture when in this seeing zone? Or is it really a sculpture (imagine something really being a sculpture), but one we only have access to through the indication of it we're given? I think if it is to be called a sculpture, it's a mimed one, as miming involves something invisible being articulated and taking form at all because of something visible. This feels like a whole category I am interested in. I used to think the interest was in things that didn't exist, the nonexistent things in themselves, but really it's not about nonexistent things being left in their own depths, but finding ways to call out out the fact of nonexistent, invisible, or imaginary things (these three words have very different connotations and I'd like to use them all) are out there, so to speak. Finding ways to identify (identification being a known act) things that are unknown. Pairing up a there with a not there. This in turn makes me think of what I’ve learned is a praecisio poem--praecisio (Latin?) being something like the act of making a point through silence, and praecisio poem, defined in an anonymous comment on one of Geof Huth’s blog posts1 as "where the poem itself is empty, but there is a title."
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Here was a woman I was looking at one day:
I don’t think she knew I was looking at her (although didn’t we make eye contact a few times?), but she definitely had no way of knowing that I was seeing what I was. I want to say I wasn’t so much looking at her as I was looking at the illusion of her wearing a giant coat of bushes. Bundled up in it. I wonder how much Ken Friedman’s “Distance” is like this small illusion. Did Ken Friedman create the illusion of a sculpture--not actually present even though indicated to be? (Calling it an illusion feels very different than calling it a mimed sculpture--an illusion is something not real and a mimed sculpture is something real.) In Friedman's terms, I'd say the woman as she actually looks and as she's actually dressed is equivalent to the page, while the woman as I see her here is the sculpture. What I experience is what has been framed for me.
Often, depending on where you are, there may be an audience to your looking in the form of someone looking at you. This woman might have been that for me. That person could ask themself: What does looking look like? Other times, you (I) may be somewhere private, and looking only seems to happen in one direction. In these cases, you are the audience to the sight of the things you see. Though, John Berger says this about man, or, a “he,” looking at an animal: “And so when he is being seen by the animal, he is being seen as his surroundings are seen by him.” I don’t see this to mean there is always the possibility of looking being turned back on you (but somehow saying that feels like a step to getting at what I do see), but something more like a recognition of the lines of looking, and the arrows at the end of them, being all over. Somehow this seems to get at that you are your surroundings as your surroundings are you. You are the subject and the setting. Even though you’re not being seen by your setting, the seeing arrows still go both ways?
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