Before perspective

Driving a point home is, by its very nature, a fallacy. Rhetoric is very attractive and alluring. We want to chisel and crystalize and clarify and resolve. It comes from being a spermatozoon. We were spermatozoa and an oocyte. We were potential for a multitude of possibilities. As individuals we latch onto one of those ideas and we keep refining our logic in an ongoing contest. It's just a force of origin.

I read these articles about the art market as if those words are supposed to go together at all. Production - now that is another story. But art isn't a commodity. It's a process. The reason people buy objects is to symbolically select, by transaction, a facet of that process. There really are no art objects. I can see them but I can recall them with the same cognitive process. I don't need to own one to relate to it. It doesn't matter whether an object is ancient or was made recently. It doesn't matter if I am in the tail end of human story or in its ancient past.

The objects are made to show someone that we exist. Our beloved no longer believes that we exist so we have to prove it over and over again. And we do it by pretending we are participating in something we understand, as if we belong to it, as if we are in our element. But we look over our shoulder to see if we are seen. We make incomprehensible art because we want to know if someone will clarify our confounded state for us. We wonder if being confounded is more honest than being knowledgeable. Then we wonder why we should be honest. So we make art and sell it to each other. We exchange symbols, and it's all sex.