Thursday, 31 December 2009

On Deleuze's Analogy of Variation

…to the extent that an idea replaces another, I never cease to pass from one degree of perfection to another, however miniscule the difference, and this kind of melodic line of continuous variation will define affect (affectus) in its correlation with ideas and at the same time in its difference in nature from ideas. We account for this difference in nature and this correlation. It's up to you to say whether it agrees with you or not. We have got an entirely more solid definition of affectus; affectus in Spinoza is variation (he is speaking through my mouth; he didn't say it this way because he died too young...), continuous variation of the force of existing, insofar as this variation is determined by the ideas one has.
Deleuze, Lecture Notes on Spinoza
Deleuze’s analogy quoted above, presumes a harmonically varied composition of sounds following each other. This is probably, as Baker argues, based on Spinoza’s determinist philosophy which assumes a pre-established divine harmony that reminds one of Baroque applications of “contrapuntal writing, instrumental singularity, formal integrity, dialectical variation and harmonic structure”[1] Ulus Baker, in his article “Bach and Spinoza” points out that Deleuze finishes his Expressionism in Philosophy: Spinoza with a chapter named “Is Spinoza Baroque?”, and argues that “in the era of Bach, music is a world of pure affects.”[2][3] And goes on to say that Third Part of Spinoza’s Ethica might be read as a composition of affects.

However, with respect to the analogy of sound suggested by Deleuze, whether the sounds in the system follow each other harmonically is a matter of question. What is already determined is the variety of affection that a human being can experience; sadness and joy if Spinoza’s definition is followed, which corresponds to the limits of the human perception of sound which is almost between 20Hz to 200Khz. Since the external stimuli that effects us through affection ideas are mostly random, what we experience in our everyday lives within the limits of joy and sadness are not necessarily harmonical, on the contrary, they are more like continuous free flow of sound frequencies, rather than a Baroque piece.

However, we also have to keep in mind that mostly in our daily lives we are not totally conscious of or pay attention to this internal flow of power of existence just like we do not pay attention to the sounds we hear. How am I feeling at the moment or to which direction my feelings are changing to, are questions that would necessitate concentration to the psyche which would prevent one from concentrating on the routines and requirements of everyday life. However, there are times when we are alerted due to the strong impact that some experiences in variation. We mark those moments as privileged moments consciously or unconsciously and record them in our memory for a later recall.
Thus, the degree and character of affection that occurs in us when we encounter an image or an art work depicting a moment is very much related to our past experiences and set of mind at the time of encounter. When we are effected from an artwork an ordinary instant suddenly becomes a “privileged instant”; according to the strength of the "variation" it creates in us. The peak of the variation, either as a decrease or increase in our "power of existence" might be the reason why we want to look at the image which depicts a specific moment.

[1] Later, in the same article Baker argues that history of “Western Philosopy” and “Western music” can be read as a history of delays and even detentions. He suggests that Spinoza with its determinism delayed the “irrational” three hundred years until Nietzsche’s discovery of it as “life”. Similarly, Western music he argues delayed the dissonance until Schoenberg and had to discover the sound.
[2] http://www.korotonomedya.net/kor/index.php?id=8,112,0,0,1,0
[3] Baker states that “what would happen if Spinoza and Bach have met” was a question already asked before him by the Dutch philosopher Rabbi de Cardozo.

Tony Smith with "Cigarette"/ A beautiful photo of the artist with his work by Hans Namuth


Tony Smith with "Cigarette", 1979

Wednesday, 23 December 2009

Zeynep Kamil

Yesterday, I walked by the Child Emergency entrance of Zeynep Kamil hospital where I stayed for 15 days when I was 5 years old for meningitis treatment. I was actually out from a friend's house to look for a fine butcher where I can find some good quality minced meat when I bumped into this sign showing where the Child Department of the hospital was. I followed the direction down the slope, passed two amazing historical buildings (with beautiful domes and decoration) hidden between the adjascent pink and ugly modern structures and the entrance was just there. It was part of those dark pink buildings. I tried to remember whether it was pink back then and decided that it might have actually been light blue. Maybe inside the hospital was blue, I can't really remember.
Anyway, it was such a strange feeling being in front of that door. All I remember about the day I was brought there was that I was laying on my uncle's lap almost unconscious in the car on the way from Izmit to the hospital (or I was on my father's lap and my uncle was driving) and they put me on a stretcher when I got off and took me in for tests and stuff. The last thing I remember was I was too scared because mom was not coming with me.
The following days, I remember being in this very cold, big and empty room (probably in light blue color) and a nurse shaving part of my head to open a space for serum injection. My hair was very precious for me and I was very upset about that, I remember that for sure.
But what I dominantly felt about the hospital was not sadness at all. I remembered how the doctors were so nice and caring and what I deeply felt was gratitude to these people for curing me. It is such a pity that I don't remember anything at all about them except for their white coats.
I better write a thank you letter to the hospital very soon.

Sunday, 20 December 2009

Olgu Ülkenciler/Girlish



Untitled, oil on canvas, 2007
I love Olgu's paintings. This is the one she very generously decided to give me as a present.
I am so happy!!!
Below is the catalogue text I wrote for her last exhibition "Girlish":

As if Always Happy

Pretend! The holy book of the lost generation starts with this order and continues; as if you do not feel, as if nothing bothers you, as if always happy.

At the beginning, we followed the order with belief but in time, we have broken down like a pressed cola can. All we did while falling apart was to express our adolescent anger that we could not yet overcome. We did not aim to change anything, we just wanted to resist. Since this was the case, our priority as the adult candidates of the lost generation has been trying to close the gap between the external world and ourselves that the necessity of pretending created. Accordingly, we have started questioning who we are as individuals and where we stand in the social, in an era in which differentiations between physical/mental, individual/social, inside/outside lost their validity theoretically but maintained their sharpness in daily life.

Olgu Ülkenciler who has lived her childhood in the 90s, is one of the members of the lost generation. In her paintings, she has been questioning the gender issues, by analyzing spatially the phases of sexual awareness and individualization. Visually, the artist, who has been affected by the simple but powerful graphical expression of the earlier digital aesthetic, succeeds drawing the attention of the audience by using sexual images in a simple but impressive way and at the same time by using a childlike language in her representations, creates a humorous atmosphere.

Despite the fact that the works in Ulkenciler’s second solo exhibition House Girl leave a pornographic impression on the audience by the use of disembodied sexual organs that have interlaced each other, when carefully analyzed one realizes that they make visible a complex spatial system that have been characterized by gender codes. In this system, the house girl travels between her house (decorated by lacework and releases blood or dark smokes through its door and chimney) and the external world. In the paintings, while the house represents a place for sexual privacy and isolation, the world outside the house is the space where sexuality is shared and at the same time repressed. Body fluids flowing from one place to the other and the playboy bunny which runs away from the house and comes back again combine these two separate places and seem like saying ‘even though space is fragmented, body and mind will always go beyond the boundaries’. Therefore, the questions ‘where are we?’, ‘where is the house?’ ‘where is sexuality?’ are wrong to ask when it comes to Ulkenciler’s paintings. The actual question is the relationship modals that we create in our minds and spatial practices we experience in our daily lives or where the runaway bunny goes or what it does when it is away.

Ulkenciler who is a member of a generation which perceives and criticizes the social through personal experiences, shows in her paintings that she is an individual who is questioning not because she is lost, but because she wants to confront. In this context, her paintings remind the question that the “lost” generation should direct to themselves and to the ones before them: is the one who is searching always and only ‘lost’?

Tuesday, 8 December 2009

Tara Donovan


Tara Donovan, Untitled (Styrofoam Cups), 2008,
Styrofoam cups, hot glue, dimensions variable. A
rtwork © Tara Donovan, Courtesy of the Artist and PaceWildenstein.
Photo by Dennis Cowley.

for the curatorial statement of the artist's ehibition at
Museum of Contemporary Art San Diego
http://www.mcasd.org/exhibitions/exhibition.php?EID=194&Type=current
and further images at ace gallery
http://www.acegallery.net/past/d-f/donovantara/taradonovan.htm

Friday, 4 December 2009

Franz K syndrome

need some stillness on a friday night...
...
I was telling a friend today how in the media and even in actual life now we were expected to make such strange connections between the bodies whose level of reality are totally different.
You turn on the Tv and there is this add saying that with a coca cola lid, you can buy 50 extra credits for your cell phone. If you can manage to get your credits, then you get a message on your cell phone saying that you can shop from brand x with a 20 percent discount. Then you go to the shop and the guy behind the desk tells you to send a message to xxxx to activate your account in their system, so you can buy the bloody jumber with the discount. You buy the jumber and you get a receit and on the receit it says, if you dial xxxx you get an extra credit.

Leave aside promotion of consumerism, trying to make sense out of all these connections and shifts between virtual and actual reality is exhausting and a terrible waste of time and energy!!!

Ok, looking at the TV for even one day was enough to remind me how I hate being this passive observer of all that paralyzing shit-production.