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Douglas needs our support, in order to help him pay for surgery, related to his Crohn’s Disease. Reighlan Douglas has a great mind, and intellect. He is caring, considerate, and uniquely gifted. He is one of the most inspiring individuals that I have ever come across in all of my years and travels, and he is a beautiful man. He has the potential to lead a great life and make a difference in this world, but due to his on-going illnesses, he has been unable to lead this life to his full potential. It is a heart breaking scenario and one that needs to be remedied. I am asking kindly, friends, families and caring hearts, to help us to get the surgery that he so desperately needs; so that he can move forward in his life in good health. At 14 years of age, Douglas was diagnosed with Crohn’s Disease; an inflammatory bowel condition which effects the gastrointestinal tract. Its a chronic and painful disease, and though treatable, there is no known cure. At the time that Douglas was diagnosed, there was not a lot known about it, and the treatments were somewhat radical. Douglas was placed on two six month courses of prednisone - an anabolic steroid - which caused him to develop the characteristic moonface symptomatic of this class of medication. When these courses were complete, the puffiness subsided, but Douglas was left with an exaggerated plasticity to his facial skin, a much greater degree of elasticity. As he’s grown older, this excessive skin laxity has worsened. The looseness of skin in his forehead has caused his brow to sink to the point that it occludes a third of his vision, and the skin of his midface has sunk considerably causing a great deal of scleral show and concomitant dry eyes - all at the age of 30. In order to stem this dryness and loss of vision, and to prevent the appearance of being sad or angry which is caused by the resting place of his brow, Douglas has to constantly squint and arch his eyebrows. Without knowing or understanding what had occured with the symptoms of the medication, Douglas normalised this tension until it became a second nature, and has lived with it for over a decade now. Its not an easy thing to explain or express, but living with this constant tension for so long has spiralled out of control and caused him to develop what can only be likened to combat fatigue; constant stress and anxiety, an inability to move forward or to be physically or mentally present due to the tension, and a great deal of fatigue and pain. I’ve started this fundraiser to help raise the money for the surgery which will correct the side-effects that the steroids caused him as a child; so that his quality of life may improve and so he can move forwards with his life without this debilitating condition. We have consulted multiple surgeons both nationally and internationally and have found a doctor in Boston with great expertise in this field, who is able to help him with the surgery that he needs. Medical insurance, however, does not cover any of the costs. Notes from the surgeon: “You also have significant mid-face skeletal deficiency which, combined with the effects of the steroids, limits support to your cheek and lower lids resulting in round eyes and scleral show (with concomitant dryness) The upper mid-face could be built up (intraorbital rim implants) and your cheek soft tissue elevated. To better correct your lower lid descent, I think that spacer grafts (which splint the lower lid) would be helpful. The surgeries could be done individually or all under the same anesthesia. A simple hairline-incision brow lift, combined with brow bossing will correct the drooping of your brow.” Here is a list of the following costs that this money will go towards, to help Douglas: 1. Physical Consultation $200 2. Price range $30-35K (includes surgery, anesthesia, implants, surgeon, and overnight fee in facility) 3. Transportation, housing, and food for the week of surgery and recovery $1500 Thank you so much for taking the time to read this. I realise that photographs illustrating the nature of Douglas’ tension would be help to better express the degree of the condition, but Douglas, at heart, is quite a proud and private man, and I know its something he would find very difficult to put into such a public arena; he was reluctant enough for me to begin this fundraiser in the first place. Its an extremely traumatic thing to have to live with, and is not very easily expressed perhaps, unless you’ve had similar experiences or sympathies. Its not a common thing, or a well-publicized condition, and is obviously not as straight-forward as other conditions out there; as a result, please don’t hesitate to write me if you have any further questions, or if you want to discuss any of this further.
“If we believe Plato, the artist knows and represents nothing but lies. Not only that, but such lies make men cry—make them act, that is, like women.”—
- George Smith President of IDSVA
"Aristotle replies, in effect, “The artist knows less than the philosopher, that I grant you. But it’s also true that the artist knows more than the historian, because [his] mimetic representations are universal, whereas the historian’s facts are particu- lar.” Always the pragmatist, Aristotle takes Plato’s binary of the ideal/real and sets up knowledge as a working hierarchy: philosophy = high; art = middle; history = low. Hence begins one of the main dialectical histories of Western epistemology—with the science of philosophy always already in first position and art and history endlessly fighting it out for second place. But it is Plato’s original point about mimesis as the artist’s representation of lies that sets up the key aesthetic dialectic between truth and art—not to mention the ever-enduring relationship between aesthetics and misogyny. (Aristotle in the Poetics equates women and slaves, as if to assure Plato that whatever their differences on art, they’re a match when it comes to patriarchy.)”
“I was reading Witgenstein’s ‘Philosophical Investigations’, which I think doesn’t provide you with anything except a way to question things. You can have an argument and follow it until you find out that it makes sense or it doesn’t make sense, but it was still useful to me to find out that it didn’t go to anywhere or it was wrong…”—Bruce Nauman (1941) Interview with Michele De Angelus
"One can well imagine a truly obscene version of the “aristocrats” joke…
that easily beats all the vulgarity of family members vomiting, shitting, fornicating, and humiliating each other in all possible ways: when asked to perform, they give the manager a short course in Hegelian thought, debating the true meaning of the negativity, of sublation, of absolute knowing, etc., and, when the surprised manager asks them what is the name of the weird show, they enthusiastically reply: “The Aristocrats!” Indeed, to paraphrase Brecht’s quote “What is the robbing of a bank compared to the founding of a bank?”: what is the disturbing shock of family members shitting into one another’s mouth compared to the shock of a proper dialectical reversal? So, perhaps, one should turn the title of the joke around— the family comes to the manager of a night club specialized in hard-core performances, performs its Hegelian dialogue, and, when asked what is the title of their strange performance, enthusiastically exclaims: “The Perverts!”
When Annina Nosei and Larry Gagosian shared a Loft together, Mary Boone showed Julian Schnabel’s first Solo Show in spacious open-plan factory floors – SoHo, the now hip neighborhood was quiet a different place back then and is the beginning of the story of Jean-Michel Basquiat.
SoHo in the late 1970’s was very different to the hip neighborhood that it has turned into over the last 35 years. In those days it was a grimy, unfashionable, even dangerous industrial district, populated by carpenters, textile outlets, auto-repair shops and the blue-collar laborers that worked in the area’s assorted businesses. In the winter it was freezing cold and the ice and snow often remained unswept on the streets for weeks, summers were steaming and humid. Residential conveniences barely existed, apart from the odd deli or dive bars which were frequented by drug dealers and prostitutes.
"We Are All Starlight: Thoughts on Kant's Critique of Judgement"
There is a space, which is laid in front of me. This space holds the emptiness that is my thoughts. Those thoughts are what connect the object that is between the space and I. The object has a flat surface and four sticks that hold the surface upon it. The sticks are made of shaved down, cream-colored wood; the wood comes from a tree. The flat surface is also made of shaved down wood, and it is painted with a smooth, black varnish. The paint is dry to the touch and has been dry for over a year. Atop the flat surface there is a long, thin, plastic pieced cylinder. This cylinder holds a black liquid that produces murky ink from one end. I do not touch this plastic cylinder to make letters move. Instead I touch, with the soft flesh that extends from my form of material existence a thin, light, silver piece of metal. Atop this thin, light, silver piece of metal, there are 78 white plastic pieces, which move up and down, up and down. At the touch of each plastic piece a letter appears. Fifty-three of these plastic pieces, form four lines, in a box that is what my mind believes to be called a ‘square’. Eighteen of these pieces are what my mind calls a small “rectangle”. Six of these plastic pieces are what my mind calls a large “rectangle”. Each “square” and “rectangle” that I press with my extended, material flesh produces a “letter”. These letters appear on an additional flat surface full of electrical currents, science and mathematics. They negotiate with each other to bring about “words”, these “words” form a “sentence” and these “sentences” produce the thoughts that fill your mind as you “read” from your science “machine”, my thoughts, my words, my “letters”. What does it mean? Beauty is Imagination It is all concepts but yet it is a posteriori. So which is it? The science machine, is a monitor, the silver, flat, metal piece with the plastic keys a keyboard. The cylinder with the liquid is a pen. The flat surface with the four sticks is a desk and I am the human sitting at it typing my a posteriori, my subjective and unpure experience to you, while you are simultaneously having your own a posteriori, subjective and unpure experience. The space that is between the desk (object) and I is what connects us. It is a transcendental condition. Yet the desk was a desk, because it is a general concept, just like a goat is a goat. This sort of concept is a general representation and not a particular representation. The desk, goat, pen, fingers, keys, keyboard, monitor, space, all of them are concepts. My senses of perception of these concepts are my intuition. Intuition and concepts are the bases to apriori knowledge. Before I sat in front of this desk, I had a priori knowledge that it was a desk. This is knowledge that has been taught to me second hand, it was given to me, it is not something that I experienced before but am experiencing NOW because of the fact that I was given the knowledge that this was a desk. Otherwise, I would not know to call it “desk” it would merrily be the object that is nameless that is in front of me. If I were to proclaim to you, “This tone of black upon this desk is beautiful”, it is not a judgment of beauty that can be made. For a tone of a color cannot be considered beautiful. For I may say that this is a dark, blue black and you may see it as a midnight black. How are we to know that we are seeing the same tone of color? There is no proof of it, so there for the tone cannot be beautiful. What if I were to say, “The pure color of this desk is beautiful”. This is something that could be said, as the color is pure and is black. However who am I to assume that you take the same pleasure as I do in proclaiming that the pure black of this desk is beautiful? That would make the assumption that all black objects universally are beautiful, which would be a priori. However when I call this pure black desk beautiful, it is my personal experience, which makes it a posteriori. This is my judgment of taste. This is my feeling of pleasure. I am not judging it because of the physical attributes of the blackness of the desk, or the flatness and smoothness of its surface. I am judging it based on my emotion, which is my experience, thus it is impure to the world of reason and science. Who am I to make such judgment? My pleasure is not a concept. It is not a goat. It is not a pen. It is not a desk. It is not the color black or the space between the desk and I and the words that you are reading now. It is only that, which is my pleasure. This makes my pleasure a singular taste, one taste, my own. There for the blackness of the desk cannot be beautiful, based on this alone. Beauty cannot be defined. The pleasure that I may take in making a judgment of taste is what is called disinterest. When I make the statement “the black desk is beautiful” I am expecting others to agree with me universally. The judgment is of my personal feelings without proof that the desk is actually beautiful and yet I expect all other beings to agree with me upon my judgment. There is no truth or fairness in such a judgment. Love cannot be beautiful, because it is based upon emotional experience. But I ask you what is “love” and what is “beauty” but concept. Therefor does that not make them a priori? So then can love be beautiful? What if I love the color black of this desk in front of me, and I think that it is beautiful? THERE IS NECESSITY IN NATURE, AS NATURE ABIDES BY THE LAWS OF MATHMATICS, THIS IS A PRIORI. Is love natural? Is love beautiful? Is the love of the beautiful a necessity? Is being human only our own experiences? These experiences are a subjective territory; it is our faculty of feeling. It is a posterirori. So if there are only humans that can create ideas and concepts, and humans are a posteriori, then how is it that through our own experiences we share them with others, thus creating second hand knowledge that is given to another generation, which is equivalent to a priori. However a priori cannot be a posteriori and it cannot be argued against either. Humans are apart of nature, but we set ourselves out of nature. We can think outside of ourselves, and pounder infinity. Infinity is sublime. The sublime is something that we as humans may be in awe of but unafraid of because we cannot comprehend it; but yet we know of it. We can think of infinity but never in our lifetime experience it. Through this order of reason we over come cause and necessity, because we have the freedom to do so. This freedom gives us moral action. This makes human thought sublime. Through our own thoughts of creation and imagination, we relate to the Judgment of Taste. In Conclusion: We must come to the realization that it is a fact that we are all only particles of stardust, in the vastness that is the universe. The universe is sublime infinity. This is a priori. Yet it gives me as a human great pleasure in the beauty of the sublimity of the universe and of the concept that we are all stardust. Since this is a priori, yet beauty cannot be described, is it not a posteriori. Was Kant a genius? Was he a man of pure originality without limitation? Did he have the ability to give us the rule for art by way of nature? Or was he a mad man, who created these notions and passed them onto others, which makes him a walking contradiction to his own logic. For after all is he not just a piece of starlight himself? “It seems then that our pleasure in beauty has its origins in capacity, due to the free play of imagination, first to experience the harmonious working of our rational faculties, and secondly to project that harmony outwards onto the empirical world. We see in objects the formal unity that we discover in ourselves. This is the origin of our pleasure, and the basis of our common sense of beauty. And it is only under the presupposition…of such common sense that we are able to lay down such judgment of taste.”