Beautiful – photography (and possibly also shadow) by Erwin Olaf – and all frames of reference are haunted by just such a necessary shadow and silhouette of unfinished or amorphous perception, of sentience and of life’s melancholy longing for itself. In defining, refining, the beautiful we seek and in various measures find reflexive self-validation and definition or partial continuity but always, always, at a cost of an invocation of mandatory distance, difference and that associated cultural dissonance of incurred entropy and alienation.
We love, or are oriented towards our fantasy by, in and as desire, but in so doing – the identification and structural overlay of language, symbol and meaning leave us in alienated orbit and free-fall around our Object. If we were ever to attain it, our self-defining difference and distance would vanish, and so would we – so we must encrypt mystery into our actions and representations, lest we discover that there is not actually any substantive ego self to inhabit all of these self-propagating, recombinatory and hyper-inflating logical and referential spaces.
We engage desire to rescue ourselves from the essential fact of our own non-existence.