Good morning
Dec. 8th, 2007 10:33 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
wolven7Thinking, yesterday, about Silk and The Golden Compass and about something Neil once said about Art, and how once you create something, it's out there, for the world, and so one interpretation is as valid as another. When I create, I have an intention, in mind. It is not an interpretation nor is it a "reading." I am creating it, and my intention is to create such-and-such a thing. When you read or view what I've created, my intention will hopefully come through, but you, as viewer, reader, experiencer must perceive, expect, interpret my creation and thereby my intention. What I put to something will not necessarily be the same as what you take away from it, but what we're doing are different things.
I am taking a view of the world, and I am making it accessable to others. You (an other) are accessing it, and then bringing your own symbols and understanding to the mix, and that meaning that you take away does not say "What The Artist Was Trying To Do." Or it shouldn't. That's pretentious beyond all measure. You don't know what I was trying to do, no matter How good I've done my job. Even if the piece i've created is a paragraph that begins "This is what I was trying to do..." you have to wonder at my layers of intention and motivation.
Instead what an interpreter should say (and what I hope to remember to say) is "What I Take From This Is..." or "What This Means To Me Is..." Which, admittedly, also sounds a bit pretentious, but it's more honest. Because at the intersection of my intention and your interpretation, we have the work and the world, you know? And no matter what anybody does, all I can really do is comment on what it means to me, and try to better understand that in the context of the stated intention. Wars, art, cars, kisses, whatever. That's the world.
I dreamed about the movie, last night. Ice Bears and Dust, and late this morning, the Opening of Doors. In the middle there, something about water gates, having to have a dolphin friendguide me through underwater passages in a castle, to get to a room where I could access the water level system, and fight the guards. I had to be careful, though, so as not to beach the dolphin.
Later, there will be something very long, and very... intricate, here. It'll be about magic. Keep your Eyes Peeled.
I am taking a view of the world, and I am making it accessable to others. You (an other) are accessing it, and then bringing your own symbols and understanding to the mix, and that meaning that you take away does not say "What The Artist Was Trying To Do." Or it shouldn't. That's pretentious beyond all measure. You don't know what I was trying to do, no matter How good I've done my job. Even if the piece i've created is a paragraph that begins "This is what I was trying to do..." you have to wonder at my layers of intention and motivation.
Instead what an interpreter should say (and what I hope to remember to say) is "What I Take From This Is..." or "What This Means To Me Is..." Which, admittedly, also sounds a bit pretentious, but it's more honest. Because at the intersection of my intention and your interpretation, we have the work and the world, you know? And no matter what anybody does, all I can really do is comment on what it means to me, and try to better understand that in the context of the stated intention. Wars, art, cars, kisses, whatever. That's the world.
I dreamed about the movie, last night. Ice Bears and Dust, and late this morning, the Opening of Doors. In the middle there, something about water gates, having to have a dolphin friendguide me through underwater passages in a castle, to get to a room where I could access the water level system, and fight the guards. I had to be careful, though, so as not to beach the dolphin.
Later, there will be something very long, and very... intricate, here. It'll be about magic. Keep your Eyes Peeled.
