Showing posts with label art. Show all posts
Showing posts with label art. Show all posts

Mar 5, 2016

Law as Symbol: Taryn Simon’s "Paperwork and the Will of Capital" at Gagosian Gallery


(c) Taryn Simon


Taryn Simon, Paperwork and the Will of the Capital is on view at 
Gagosian Gallery 
555 West 24th Street 
February 18 - March 26, 2016

           Throughout much of her artistic career, Taryn Simon (b. 1975) has utilized the power of visual media—including photography, sculpture, video, and performance—to critique systems of power. Her work exposes the dark side of existing practices and, in particular, the ways in which law affects the lives of people. Simon exploits the dual record-keeping and fiction-making role of photography to document and fabricate the invisible. For example, in The Innocents series (2003), the artist shames the flawed American criminal justice system by photographing wrongfully convicted men at the sites of their alleged crimes. Such works reveal the inadequacies or, more often, harms that result from the current systems in place. Her works compel the question: whom are these laws meant to serve?
            Simon’s work answers that the law is meant to serve its people, but the practical applications of law often do not reflect this purpose.  Law exists to maintain order that will facilitate a free society in which people can pursue happiness without impinging upon the pursuits of others. However, law is often used against the very people it was meant to serve and protect.

(c) Taryn Simon
  
          If Simon’s previous work exposed the perverse applications of law, her most recent body of works on display at Gagosian Gallery reveals another side of law: its empty and symbolic nature. Part humor, part lament, we often joke that politicians are full of crap. Unfortunately, the statement is funny because it is often true. Simon’s photographs and sculptures highlight the artificiality and hopelessly symbolic nature of international treaties: perhaps some of the emptiest promises by one group of politicians to another.
            The power of these works—the large photographs in particular—stems from captivating images that, despite their startling vividness, remain harmless to the viewer.
We use flowers as harmless speech. We buy flowers most often as symbolic gestures to commemorate an occasion or to express particular sentiments to others. We use flowers as harmless objects of contemplation, to provide visual reminders of such sentiments and occasions.
Such speech-flowers are fragile and ephemeral. Their visual and olfactory pleasures expire as quickly as the feelings of the occasion begin to fade from our memories. When they lose their value as sensory pleasure-givers, we toss them out. Unlike other symbolic gifts, we readily dispose of flowers because of their purpose as temporary symbols.[*]

(c) Taryn Simon

            Simon highlights the utterly symbolic and superficial role of flowers—and the occasions they were to commemorate—by exaggerating the surface beauty of flowers that were once sitting on the tables where international powers signed various agreements. Most of the photographs show exquisite arrangements in intensely vivid colors, all against equally striking and beautifully color-blocked backgrounds. However, the texts accompanying the mesmerizing centerpieces state the common fate of all these treaties: failure of the signatories to implement them.
The artist thereby disturbs the easy assumptions held by many people, that once codified into law, the harms addressed by the law will remedy themselves. Her beautiful photos and their accompanying texts expose this as a faulty assumption, which presumes the automatic integration of such agreements into real life. However, laws do not execute themselves—people do.
            First, many international treaties are not self-executing; local governments must pass laws that allow their execution. Even after the agreements are passed as local laws, law truly exists—and therefore holds power—when it is enforced in everyday life. Without enforcement, these international agreements remain as mere words on paper, nice and fanciful ideas, and nice gestures by participating governments, yet nothing more.
            The horror bestowed upon us by Simon’s beautiful work stems from the realization that this is actually how legal systems in general work, and that substantial harm can result from the nature of law as a multi-step process. A law may be passed because of a felt need to address existing problems, but the law can only fulfill its initial purpose when it is executed properly in everyday life, down to the police men, government agencies, and the judiciary.

(c) Taryn Simon

Today, when instances of misapplication and faulty enforcement of the law continue to demonstrate the shortcomings of the current system, Simon’s recent work prompts a second look at law as “mere words,” and invites us to emancipate it from its purely symbolic status toward a working system that better serves its true master: the people.


[*] The other side of this sad fate of flowers as symbols is that if one does not wish their flowers to meet their inevitable destiny in the trash, one must prematurely remove them from their life-extending environments in water and place them between the pages of a book—or a flower-press, as Simon has—and crush them live in the name of preservation.

Jun 18, 2015

Christine Ay Tjoe: Perfect Imperfection

First Type of Stairs (2010), oil on canvas.

My review of Christine Ay Tjoe's solo as it appeared on ArtAsiaPacific:

A curator’s hand can make or break an artist’s work. “Perfect Imperfection,” the first solo exhibition in Korea of prominent Indonesian artist Christine Ay Tjoe, is evidence of one such making. The show reflects the deep understanding the curator has of the artist’s work that is needed to provide an informative framework of her artistic practice and development: from Ay Tjoe’s graphic influences to her beautifully colorful oil canvases. With over 60 works displayed across the three floors of SongEun ArtSpace in Seoul, the exhibition—organized by guest curator Jasmine Prasetio—leads the viewer through the past 15 years of Ay Tjoe’s practice by following the artist’s recurring spiritual metaphors: from darkness and light to somewhere between and within, and also the future. In her body of work, the artist converts Christian biblical references into secularized, spiritual inquiries of universal experiences that we share as human beings.

Jubah Barabas #01 (Barabas' Robe #01) (2008), acrylic on canvas.

The title of the exhibition aptly summarizes Ay Tjoe’s search for the balance between abstraction and figuration, and between control and free flow. The artist’s works are visual representations of her struggle with her own faith and its tension with her undeniable humanness. The painting Jubah Barabas #01 (Barabas’ Robe #01) (2008) exemplifies this constant balancing act, featuring abstract, intertwined figures, in which elements of light and darkness are inextricable linked to one another. Insatiable hands reach out from the obscured, floating bodies—in search of something and with a sense of perpetual longing. The constant strife that arises from the coexistence of our earthly and spiritual desires is perhaps the curse of being human, positioned somewhere between an animal and a transcendent, or an angel and a monster.

Interior / wall view of Journey Without Distance (2011), oil on canvas.

While the theme of insatiable human desires and spiritual transcendence over such worldly attachments pervade much of Ay Tjoe’s work, the artist’s search for a resolution serves as an open conclusion on the last floor of the gallery space. One cannot see the entirety of the large-scale painting Journey Without Distance (2011), because of its proximity to an adjacent wall and the lack of light. Just like how we often go about our everyday without pausing to take in the whole picture of our lives, this expansive painting—suspended from the ceiling and meant to be viewed from a 50-centimeter distance—allows viewers only glimpses of the three-paneled canvas at a time. Viewers must cautiously walk the narrow and dark path between the wall and canvas, following the painting’s soft fields of muted beige gradations, outlined and entangled by the white, red and black lines traced with her signature oil sticks.

The Last Layer (2012), oil on canvas, and video animation projection (2012-14).


The highlight of the exhibition is indisputably The Last Layer (2012), a red-hued painting that hangs isolated in a darkened space partitioned by black curtains. The chapel-like sanctuary achieves maximum effect when the projection of The Last Layer Video Animation (2012–14) spreads outward from the center of the aforementioned painting. The projection shows leafy, red shapes—a recurring motif in Ay Tjoe’s paintings—that turn round and round, like an array of flickering coins gradually spreading out on the floor and ceiling of the gallery space. The effect is mesmerizing: the red canvas appears otherworldly and, for a moment, transports the viewers to a sublime experience. Upon leaving the room, however, one comes to the realization that the search for a resolution is not over, and that our predisposition for inner strife will continue as long as humanity itself.



“Perfect Imperfection” is on view at SongEun ArtSpace, Seoul, until June 20, 2015.

Oct 16, 2014

Absence and Neglect


For some reason
I actually thought that there actually did exist some sort of ontological dispute taking place through or under the guise of an ostensibly linguistic dispute about the definition of art, as manifested by recent lawsuits involving appropriation artists.

Silly me.

It all comes down to money.

Why did I think I could place art in a category that operates differently from others? 
Even though I made conscious and even performatively public criticisms against the infiltration of money into the way in which our cultural products are distributed and legitimized…

For some reason
I thought my discovery of the intersections between law, language, art, philosophy, and other abstract ways in which we understand the world around us was somehow special. Law, especially, because I had never quite understood anything about it until recently.
Art is the same. Money dictates its operations. 

What I had given superficial attention turned out to be a horrible monster, which I am happy I did not endorse so enthusiastically—the rich are winning the copyright litigations and “redefining” the “definition of art”! 

Is this a good thing for art or is it just the victory of those with money?
I can’t tell if it pushes art to go further and into another kind of territory, or if it merely demonstrates the reach of capitalism’s power into a variety of realms such as art and other cultural affairs. 


It feels good to rant again.

But probably another long silence will pass.

Nov 9, 2013

in defense of a legal education


if you had told me six months ago that i will be applying to law school, i would have laughed at your face. i have long held a bias against lawyers--i was raised by a liberal mother with an "unconventional" career path (at least, only few would perceive being an artist as a standard 9-5 deal), i attended liberal institutions where people often called lawyers soulless liars, and my closest blood relative (upon whom i do not look very favorably) is possibly the most famous lawyer in korea.
on top of that, i have always lived by a (perhaps childish) rebel principle. i have to do everything differently from others. my ideas have to be fresh and unique; if a lot of people wear a certain kind of color, i wear the opposite. i come from a korean household, whose culture insists that lawyers, doctors, or multi-billionaire business people are the embodiments of success. i don't agree with such a narrow definition of success. although i have toyed with the idea of med school for my dream of becoming a surgeon, i never wanted to do any of those things just because they spelled success to certain people.
i always loved reading and writing. i was that kid at dinner who was reading a different book everyday, who had to be told to put her book down because we have to eat. i wrote story after story in volumes of notebooks which i illustrated. i loved (still love) pictures and language. in high school i studied three different languages in addition to the two i knew. i went on to study art and literature in college, then wrote criticism about art while doing translations.
i found immense satisfaction in studying the way languages work, how they're used, how miscommunications occur. all this i did through writing and reading fiction, essays, criticism, theory, etc. but i often got the sense that a lot of it felt detached from the real world. it's fun, and sometimes revelatory, but so what? i come back down from the cloud and things remain the same.
then i found a new toy: law. i am ashamed to admit that i would skip over news about certain policy changes, court rulings, etc., because i thought, ultimately, the world is going to shit anyway so why should i care? but one day i realized that what lawyers do is just another way of manipulating language in order to achieve ends, sometimes with very high stakes and very direct consequences.
think about it: nothing is stable. we have things we call "facts" because they resemble states of "being" that are "generally" thought as stable enough for us to give them a name. but many of us know that regardless of what the dictionary says, what one understands by a certain word or phrase might mean something quite different from what another thinks. that's why we communicate--communication through language is the constant method by which we put "our" definitions to play with others', constantly reaffirming and/or readjusting through negotiations. these definitions come from our own experiences of understanding things in the world. and honestly, there isn't always a clear-cut right or wrong in beliefs. how else could it be? we each think with a brain located in separate physiological units.
legal language asserts a standardized system of language that (i think) is theoretically supposed to serve as the common ground by which we communicate so that we can coexist in a fairly orderly society. however, legal language is not and cannot be a democratic common ground--by a strict definition of democracy anyway. language requires interpretation, from which no legal language--no matter how seemingly straight forward--is exempt. thus, on the level of practice, the use of legal language is essentially a fight between groups of people about ontology and beliefs. a certain belief (interpretation) will be held as correct (the "definition"), depending on who holds more power among those who can speak this language.
but do the masses of people who are able to speak this language (through legal education) necessarily represent all the different kinds of ontologies? here, i am thinking about art: when policies and decisions are made about art, does the law recognize the different understandings of art? the discourses taking place? what its role is and what it should be? do the legal speakers, practitioners, advocates, decision-makers?
probably not. if some do, probably very few, because the idea of "specialized" professions gives the false illusion that certain realms are irreconcilable, when sometimes, it is just a matter of translation--moving between different languages. people shy away from these imaginary walls and try to stay within their "own boundaries." but when people shy away from legal discursive activities, they also relinquish their power of speech as well as their system of beliefs. this is all very cliche and frequently thrown around american ideals, but seriously, do many legal practitioners know that richard prince's appropriations are art, not just because of their purported monetary value?
luckily powerhouse artists like prince can afford attorneys who can win their cases, but what about others? sure, this is not just an art thing--many people can't afford lawyers--but i have a feeling that there aren't enough people who can speak and manipulate legal language in addition to being attuned to the current dialogues, developments, and beliefs in artistic practices--that is, the "definitions" of art.
my aspiration is to be a translator, a role which requires an understanding of both languages. so i have decided to learn a new language--this is my defense for pursuing a legal education.

Jun 12, 2013

back from dreams to nyc








































i just returned from a ten-day dream trip from italy. it took me more than a month of laborious planning. i went through three cities: rome, florence, and venice. with approximately three days in each, i had to set up the most perfect itinerary to take advantage of my brief stay. venice, however, i did not plan as thoroughly as the other cities. i imagined i will probably bust my ass trying to see as much biennial related art as possible.

which is what happened. during the full days i had, i arrived earlier than the 10am opening time to wait in line at the arsenale and giardini. i spent the whole day there until closing time at 6pm, only occasionally leaving for food, gelato, a sit near the canal, or a visit to a satellite event close by. after the main venues closed, i hurried to see other events that stayed open for a little bit longer. i spent the other two half days getting lost and searching for national pavilions and satellite events not included at the central biennale locations. thankfully, some were clustered around the same areas, but others were more difficult to find. this difficulty heightened my annoyance when i finally found them and i did not like what i took the trouble to see. 

i truly felt the politics of spatial distribution in venice. to get my money's worth on the hefty entrance fee to the arsenale and giardini, i visited every pavilion there. but the pavilions around other parts of town did not require a ticket, nor were they conveniently located at single, easy accessible destinations as the main exhibits. given these difficulties and time restraints, i could not see as many national pavilions or collateral events as i would have liked. if this happened despite the immense effort i made to squeeze in as much as possible, i imagine it may have been even more so for those who were not there to write about it. seeking out the pavilions of iraq or thailand become very conscious choices, whereas one can do quick glances at spain or japan since they are right inside the arsenale or giardini.


this must be the case every year--how can one include "everything" and "everyone" "equally"?--but it appears sillier in relation to this year's theme: the shamelessly utopian dream of marino auriti's encyclopedic palace. its curator, massimiliano gioni, admits to the absurdity of such an idea--the existence of a space containing all human knowledge. the exhibit seems more of a meta-approach to investigate and complicate the reasons why and what we collect, classify, keep tabs on. but the central pavilion at the giardini location especially suggests the existence of a universal, collective knowledge--a jungian shared unconscious existing across borders and times. a good portion of the show there arranges the work formally: the gaping ellipses of anonymous tantric paintings in one room echo forms created by the circling gestures of the blind painters in artur zmijewski's film, blindly (2010) and even the globe and mandalas in camille henrot's video installation, grosse fatigue (2013) at the arsenale venue. but seeing the same recurring forms and subjects under the same curatorial argument of the archival, encyclopedic tendencies of our "human condition" can be exhausting. what of the show's including the "severely autistic" sawada shinichi's sculptures, for example, as evocative of "the arts of tribal societies in africa"? or lynette yiadom-boakye's imaginary portraits of dark skinned people?

extremely exhausted from my journey from florence and getting lost, i trudged back toward my hotel on the first day of my arrival in venice. it had begun to rain, and as i approached the san marco piazza i decided to duck into an exhibit, this is not a taiwan pavilion, which happened to be there at the right time. it was like taking a long gulp from a cold pint of dark ale after an entire afternoon of flowery tea. the show was directly concerned with relative nature of subjectivity, notions of "national representation" and identity, more explicit consideration of who the audience was. also by chance, i was on time for the last of four performances, a live bianshi narration of artist bernd behr's film, chronotopia by huang ying-hsuing. bianshi narrators are silent film narrators from back in the day--a perpetual reminder that one is seeing a film, and that the images are being interpreted by one as well as the person speaking for (with?) it. the guy spoke entirely in taiwanese without subtitles during the 16:38-minute projection which already had an english narration. most people present did not seem to speak taiwanese and appeared bored after the first few minutes. i, too, found myself straining at first to hear the muted english from the film and looking for subtitles. failing at both, i became fascinated by the whole act: for those 16 plus minutes, english was NOT the assumed language of the audience. huang's enthusiastic speech was not only lost on most of the audience members, but also became a noisy obstruction for those trying to hear a language they understood. when the performance ended and the projection resumed its english narration, i listened, wondering what the correlations were between huang's words and the english narration of the film. i will never know, but after standing near the speakers for a while, i realized that the center speakers also had been playing a taiwanese narration in a very low volume the entire time, barely audible under the booming english.

relevant to this show is also the history of the "taiwan" pavilion at the biennale. sort of there at some point, then gone in 2001, not granted an official "national" pavilion but listed as a collateral event. i know very little about international political drama, and i may be reading what i would like (from an ignorant american perspective) from behr's film as well as the work of other artists, hsu chia-wei and katerina seda + batezo mikilu. the show at least appeared to be adding a different and important perspective to the one(s?) given by the main biennale show, which, overall, i thought relatively safe and too neat.


i will probably write more about the main exhibit and some other shows. i saw a lot and it's been difficult to sort through and process all of them. 


more to come.

Nov 18, 2012

ivory tower




a heavily academic paper which i thought i messed up but for which i received fairly decent feedback.

Sublime Tactics and Political Domination:
the Radicalism of Schiller’s Education as Emancipation

It is impossible to speak of the sublime without a discussion of politics: that is, the power relations between the perceiver and perceived. Immanuel Kant describes the sublime as the feeling invoked within us when we look upon something that is “large beyond all comparison” and that gives our eyes the illusion of perceiving the idea of infinity (Kant 103). By likening this feeling to one felt by the Christian god, Edmund Burke describes its effect in similar terms: “whilst we contemplate so vast an object […] and invested upon every side with omnipresence, we shrink into the minuteness of our own nature, and are, in a manner, annihilated before him” (Burke 68). The object of the sublime is awe-inspiring and terrible precisely because our sense cannot possibly grasp it all at once; before it we also strongly apprehend the inadequacy of our sensibilities and imagination. In other words, we feel that we are at the mercy of the object that overwhelms us with its vastness.
Longinus, in possibly the first extensive exposition on the topic, devotes his work to the analysis and application of these mechanisms in practical speech—specifically, in political oration. The author’s primary interest in the sublime is its potential to exert power over the listener. Among the various other stylistic techniques that the author considers, what he calls phantasia, or visualization, is an especially potent weapon. This is because this particular technique specifically targets is the imagination; “when combined with factual arguments,” Longinus writes, “it not only convinces the audience, it positively masters them” (Longinus 223). Misleading them and concealing all these devices is key to this mastery: the author punctuates his discussion of the different tools and methodologies with frequent reminders to prevent the audience from becoming aware of their use, as knowledge would disperse the illusion (Longinus 231). Indeed, Kant condemns oratory precisely because of its basis on deceitful manipulation. He calls it “the art of using people’s weaknesses for one’s own aims” and that it “is unworthy of any respect whatsoever” (Kant 198).
For Burke, obscurity plays a significant role in the feeling of sublime. He likens the source of fear and terror to that of darkness and tales of ghosts and goblins. We fear uncertainty, what we cannot apprehend in its completeness while also “[i]t is our ignorance of things that causes all our admiration, and chiefly excites our passions” (Burke 61). It is from this double effect of fear and respect that the sublime derives much of its power to dominate us.
In this equation, then, the other side of fearful ignorance is omniscience. If the object of the sublime is not a natural phenomenon but a person, the situation becomes a dominant-subservient relationship that often results in a systematized political economy. Michel Foucault, in Discipline and Punishment, 1975, argues that Jeremy Bentham’s Panopticon functions on this political relationship between knowing and unknowing. The architectural design of this prison structure places a single surveillance tower surrounded by a circle of individual cells. The person in this tower—protected from gaze by Venetian blinds and angular wall—receives an unobstructed view into the activities of every inmate, while the inmates, on the other hand, are denied any view into the interior of the tower, let alone each other’s cells. Foucault writes that “Bentham laid down the principle that power should be visible and unverifiable” (Foucault). The only knowledge that the prisoners have is the fact of their being watched; they know nothing about the identity of the watcher or whether the watcher is even inside the tower. The inmate “is seen, but does not see; he is the object of information, never a subject of communication” (Foucault). This partial knowledge is the ingenious aspect of Bentham’s creation: only a glimpse and denial serves to maintain control on a psychological level.

In natural occurrences of the sublime, there is a second part to the initial feeling of subservience: the feeling of the imagination’s inadequacy is quickly succeeded by an affirmation of our power of reason. Kant describes the two-step process as a kind of sacrifice in the name of morality, the object of humanity’s perpetual ambition toward a higher purpose. Thus, the sublime is a negative pleasure: only after we feel that “the imagination […] is depriving itself of its freedom” do we receive the affirmation of our “supersensible power” which surpasses that of anything in nature (Kant 129, 131). The experience is more rewarding because of the deprivation, as it is “one that serves our inner freedom” by revealing our moral potential (Kant 131).
When this second part—the reward that “expands the soul”—is removed, only deprivation remains, and the sublime becomes exploitative power (Kant 135). In his analytical, Kant inserts a brief critique of the government and religion for doing precisely this:

That is also why governments have gladly permitted religion to be amply furnished with such accessories: they were trying to relieve every subject of the trouble, yet also of the ability, to expand his soul’s forces beyond the barriers that one can choose to set for him so as to reduce him to mere passivity and so make him more pliable (Kant 135).

This gesture disciplines the masses to make them more manageable. In a sense, it is the containment of a multitude into finitude, the opposite of an untamable sublime. Friedrich Schiller, too, criticizes this reductive strategy of state control: “Compelled to disburden itself of the diversity of its citizens by means of classification, and to receive humanity only at second hand, by representation, the governing section finally loses sight of it completely” (Schiller 41). Like so many inmates in Bentham’s Panopticon (number 42, number 43, number 44...), the demystified and generalized citizens become interchangeable parts under a few that hold the knowledge and power of the sublime’s full spectrum.

The key to reclaiming power and freedom, then, lies in a reinsertion of mystery, chaos, and complexity. Since its beginnings, modern science as well as philosophy seem to have acted from a vengeance, a vehement mission to strip all things of their obscurity to lay them bare under the glaring light of rationality. Condemned and openly scorned are ideas of the sacred, spiritual, and subjectivity. Certainly, demystification soothes anxieties resulting from uncertainty, but it is questionable whether we are happier human beings in our comfort of supposed knowledge, as the pinnacle of this hierarchy—that is, reason over sense—seem only to be a privilege of a small minority.
Schiller, in On the Aesthetic Education of Man, 1795, argues that happiness comes with freedom, and these in turn are not frivolities, but absolute necessities for the betterment of society. He blames the hierarchy of reason over sensibility—often championed in the name of progress—as the source of the degenerate and selfish state that he sees in his contemporary world. Forcefully imposing order onto citizens only has a limited influence. Instead of a hierarchy, he calls for a balance of these two apparent dichotomies, that is the only way that could produce a perfect and complete being.
An aesthetic education—in contrast to a rational-centric education dominant during his time of writing as well as for us today—cultivates both aspects of a human being and thus emancipates both. The suppression of either, that is, “[p]artiality in the exercise of powers […] inevitably leads the individual into error, but the race to truth” (Schiller 44). Though generally regarded as two conflicting poles, their penchant for either extreme make Christianity and philosophy guilty of the same crime: “The old principles will remain, but their will wear the dress of the century, and philosophy will lend its name to an oppression which was formerly authorized by the Church” (Schiller 47). Choosing either or will always keep people in chains, merely bearing different names. The problem, then, must be addressed on the fundamental level, that is, education.
Freedom from the oppression of either can only be achieved through beauty and art. Thus through this solution, the figure of the artist—or genius, according to Kant—and the very process of artistic creation emerge as emancipators. To Kant, the creative process empowers the maker through its freedom:

the imagination ([in its role] as a productive cognitive power) is very mighty when it creates, as it were, another nature out of the material that actual nature gives it. […] We may even restructure experience […]. In this process we feel our freedom from the law of association […]; for although it is under that law that nature lends us material, yet we can process that material into something quite different, namely, into something that surpasses nature (Kant 182).

In other words, the process not only allows us to feel our own freedom in the moment, but also opens up possibilities of freedom in the future by restructuring experience into something new, untethered by the constraints of our given structure of reality. Here, Kant forms the modern conception of the mysteriously gifted artist, with originality—creation of the new—as “the foremost property” that cannot be learned, nor passed directly onto others because “he himself does not know” (Kant 175, 177). The artist/genius, veiled in mystery, assumes a god-like power, that can only wield its fullest potential through proper training and education. Schiller essentially calls for an education that will shape every human being into an artist, who can take full advantage of his/her potentials to free themselves and the whole of society: “Beyond question Man carries the potentiality for divinity within himself; the path to divinity, if we may call a path what never reaches its goal, is open to him in his senses” (Schiller 63).
Of course, this power, too, has potential to abuse and manipulate. However, what is so pertinent about Schiller’s educational proposition is that such a balanced education will breed noble human beings. To successful results of this education, abuse of power to dominate others would not be desirable; in fact, it would be repulsive to do so. Since a noble disposition cannot be taught or imposed, a person must wish him/herself to reach this state. Hence, the aesthetic education would drive each to voluntarily seek a moral life because he/she recognizes it as his/her higher purpose to attain.
Schiller’s proposal has not only the attainment of truth and the freedoms of individual citizens at stake; it is, most importantly, a way to maintain order in society. According to him, happy and harmonious individuals lead to a happy and harmonious society, which essentially must be an egalitarian society. “[S]ince the way to the head must lie through the heart,” only when freedom is granted will an individual wish to act nobly, not merely act out of obligation (Schiller 50). “A noble spirit is not satisfied with being itself free; it must set free everything around it,” and the result becomes a cooperative and productive society (Schiller 111). Freed from constraints and passivity, the individual wills him/herself to activity and order emerges naturally (Schiller 124). In a language that strangely resembles the optimism of early Communist writings in our modern history, Schiller declares that in an aesthetic State, knowledge becomes not just for the few, but the “common property of the whole of human society” (Schiller 139). The power of the sublime, then, returns to Kant’s two-fold definition: from shrinking in fear, we rise again in defiance to meet that power and to surpass it.


Works cited:

Burke, Edmund. A Philosophical Enquiry into the Origin of Our Ideas of the Sublime and Beautiful. ed. James T. Boulton. Notre Dame, IN: University of Notre Dame, 1968. Print.
Foucault, Michel. "Panopticism." Discipline & Punishment, 1975. Foucault.info. Web. 04 Nov. 2012. <http://foucault.info/documents/disciplineAndPunish/foucault.disciplineAndPunish.panOpticism.html>.
Kant, Immanuel. Critique of Judgment. trans. Werner S. Pluhar. Indianapolis, IN: Hackett Pub., 1987. Print.
Longinus. On the Sublime. trans. W. Hamilton Fyfe and D. A. Russell. Cambridge, MA: Harvard UP, 1995. Print.
Schiller, Friedrich. On the Aesthetic Education of Man. trans. Reginald Snell. Mineola, NY: Dover Publications, 2004. Print.