Artworks : Living on the macroscopic description/analysis of what happens.

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Art, suggests that there are other ways of conceptualizing the impalpable fabric of reality. 

An intermediate period of free energy in motion from one system to another.

Living on the macroscopic description of what happens.

Architectures, processes of thought that are analogically driven and developed into further recombinations, poetics.

The disequilibrium of the world we live in. 

We reread the notes we had made in the ferry logbook in order to commit everything to memory. Then, to be rid of the evidence, the old man tore out the page and tossed it in the stove. Engulfed in flames, the paper shrivelled and dissolved. We stood in silence for a moment, staring into the fire.

The work began the next day. I divided the research materials from the storeroom into small batches and burned them in the garden incinerator as though disposing of old magazines.

The new cavities in my heart search for things to burn. They drive me to burn things and I can stop only when everything is in aches. Why would I keep them when I don't think I will be able to recall the meaning of the word 'photograph' much longer. Nothing comes back now when I see a photograph. No memories, no response. They're nothing more than pieces of paper. A new hole has opened in my heart, and there's no way to fill it up again. That's how it is when something disappears.

The Memory Police.

Yoko Ogawa 

Art works through the continual reorganization of our conceptual space, of what we call meaning. What happens when we react to  a work of art is not down to the art object in itself, rather it lies in the complexity of our brain  in the kaleidoscopic networks of analogical relationships with which our neurons weave, for what we call meaning.

We are involved, engaged, being into art, takes us out of our habitual, sleepwalking, reconnecting us instead with the joy of seeing something anew in the world. 

Carlo Rovelli.

The disequilibrium/entropic nature for traces and memory. 

Men feel free because they are aware of their choices and their wishes. But they ignore the causes that lead them to will and to choose, and do not give the slightest attention to theses causes.

Spinoza.