Samsaradise v.3
a flea market of vibes
A few years ago, I learned what the word peripatetic meant from a modern art dealer trying desperately to romanticize a tangled up wad of extension cords priced at $33,000. “The artist is a sort of peripatetic nomad”, she squeaked, seemingly convinced that including that detail would add intrigue to the exquisite awkwardness of overt fraud. Then of course there’s this memorable moment from Art Basel 2019, which has no relevance beyond a mention in Vogue.
Construct or destruct — that is the rule of energy. A culture without high ideals in terms of art and beauty is a doomed culture because high ideals illustrate aspiration; the naturally progressing and evolving flow of creative energy. Beauty promotes a texture of life oriented toward the highest expression of humanity1. When the ideals within a culture are destroyed and mediocrity becomes not only justified but encouraged, the creativity has stagnated and will soon turn inward and become destructive. The elevation of great art and the cultivation of beauty within a society is not merely a nice sentiment to keep in mind. It is a necessary component to the harmonious and prosperous continuation of a culture.