I read the following statement by a curator of a new exhibit and it filled me with joy, the kind of joy you can only get when you realize you dodged a blivet (a fifty pound sack filled with one hundred pounds of horse manure):
"This exhibition is about arriving at a point of hypervision, where our senses are acute and we finally perceive the act of looking as a physical, emotional and transformative experience,†said Markonish. “The artists participating in ‘Hypervision’ bring viewers into this space of increased perception and make them conscious of their own act of looking."
Can you imagine spending your days in an environment where such language was not only acceptable but actually encouraged?
*exaggerated shudder*
I'm happy to keep thinking about art. Its the reading about it I can't seem to do anymore.
Posted by Random Penseur at February 23, 2006 01:33 PM | TrackBackThat's almost as painful as reading a marketing paper on something... anything.
Words that they use that mean little to nothing, especially in the context, and my favorite - made up words.
Posted by: Oorgo at February 23, 2006 01:49 PMYou are extemporarily superiority-driven in your review of the linguistic parameters of a field in which you have failed to meet the proper criteria of post-graduate ingress. It would appear that you are exhibiting striations of extreme avarice.
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Posted by: Mark at February 26, 2006 02:38 PM