"The Spell of the Sensuous" Three!

For this reading I actually responded to several sections in one piece. 

"The countless human artifacts with which we are commonly involved- the asphalt roads, chain-link fences, telephone wires, buildings, lightbulbs, ballpoint pens, automobiles, street signs, plastic containers, newspapers, radios, television screens- all begin to exhibit a common style, and so to lose some of their distinctiveness; meanwhile, organic entities-crows, squirrels, the trees and wild weeds that surround our house, humming insects, streambeds, clouds and rainfalls- all these begin to display a new vitality, each coaxing the breathing body into unique dance."

"In contrast, the mass-produced artifacts of civilization, from milk cartons to washing machines to computers, draw our senses into a dance that endlessly reiterates itself without variation."

Basically, with those two quotes in mind and that whole section in mind, I created this piece. Basically I wanted to combine the human artifacts and organic materials together to show a sense of coexistence. I also really wanted to use the human artifacts in a way that they weren't intended, and create a variation. I wanted the piece to have a sense of movement like a "dance". I used the lightbulb, milk cartoon, and newspaper specifically based off of the quote. I added a weed from around the house and dead flowers from in the house (they used to be from outside somewhere). I included the paintbrush to really push on the idea of the coexistence because it is made out of the organic materials now made into a human artifact. I placed everything into the bowl simply because I just love the quote below so much and I really needed to involved a bowl in the piece. I think it really pulled it all together. (And it took everything in me to not break the bowl. But there is a importance in not breaking it.)

"If I break it into pieces, in hopes of discovering these interior patterns or the delicate structure of its molecular dimensions,  I will have destroyed its integrity as a bowl; far from coming to know it completely, I will simply have wrecked any possibility of coming to know it further, having traded the relation between myself and the bowl for a relation to a collection of fragments."  (my favorite)