According to the Wiki, aesthetics is “a branch of philosophy dealing with the nature of art, beauty, and taste, with the creation and appreciation of beauty. It is more scientifically defined as the study of sensory or sensori-emotional values, sometimes called judgments of sentiment and taste. More broadly, scholars in the field define aesthetics as “critical reflection on art, culture and nature.”
I’ve heard personal aesthetics described simply as that which one personally believes to be beautiful.
This post is about my personal aesthetics, but the personal is also political.
Excerpted from my old blog at Exiled Stardust:
The art on this blog doesn’t objectify women, on accounta I have some pretty strong views on that subject.
None of it involves nudity, however “tasteful”, or sexual exploitation. I’m not offended by bodies, but I am offended by the way women are routinely sexualized and humilated in this culture, and I won’t participate in offering up their bodies to the male gaze.
No woman-hating crap on my blog, ever. And no woman-hating art either. This I vow.
I paint abstracts because I find reality isn’t imaginative enough. I admire the skill it takes to do hyper-realistic work, but such work gives me a nervous, claustrophobic feeling. I feel trapped in all those details. Abstraction is freedom.
So now that I’ve told you my political aesthetics, what are my personal aesthetics? What do I find beautiful?
I reject beauty in people, because beauty is an oppressive concept when applied to human beings. Beauty for women is a race that nobody ever wins.
I find beauty in nature and in random combinations of colors and shapes, and in scientific words and phrases. Like:
Electroluminescence. A beautiful word for a beautiful thing.
- The view from my balcony
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