It is in the arms of Arts I find my
smoothest moments and it is in its experience that I grow within
and without. There is no human limit to
this form of being that is being an artist. It is in Her arms I feel good, safe
and myself. Who I am ceases to be a preoccupation but what I am to become or
what I am becoming the unceasing quest.
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| An Experience of Experimental Arts Photo Didier De Masso |
In the moments we have in our-time-life
few moments we have really to be master of ourselves. Our human nature is over
determined and leaves fortunately or not little room, space for something new.
Apart from our infantile residues,which taint and tint the corridors, alleys,
streets of our lived-time, certain things remain unchanged. We are not as bad, as
evil as it seems. Indeed It still remains remarkable that in spites of or evil
inclined nature ; we remain fundamentally
human in nature.Indeed, we are incredibility optimistic in such a way that
we constantly dream for a better future and we try as much as we can to make brighter futures ! Through creativity and using several tools , we seem to master our environment so as ourselves.
What is it even in this life we cannot do without? Is it the temporality of pleasure or the sweetness of the music of a happy heart? The smell and taste of wine? the fantasy of beauty? the taste of love and happiness? the tactile feel of something? the warmth of a sincere hug?,the fantasy of living and being? the alchemy and magic of a duchenne smile, the manipulations of matter , time and space by the mind, to secrete mental productions which could become all sorts of things from the photography of a photographer, to the performance of a performer, to the music and song of a musician, to the words of the poet and master of language, to the birth of Art. And in the very melange of the ingredients that tickle our taste buds, even the art of cookery is not left aside. Arts is thus plural.
What is it even in this life we cannot do without? Is it the temporality of pleasure or the sweetness of the music of a happy heart? The smell and taste of wine? the fantasy of beauty? the taste of love and happiness? the tactile feel of something? the warmth of a sincere hug?,the fantasy of living and being? the alchemy and magic of a duchenne smile, the manipulations of matter , time and space by the mind, to secrete mental productions which could become all sorts of things from the photography of a photographer, to the performance of a performer, to the music and song of a musician, to the words of the poet and master of language, to the birth of Art. And in the very melange of the ingredients that tickle our taste buds, even the art of cookery is not left aside. Arts is thus plural.
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| An Experience of Experimental Arts Photo Didier De Masso |
Each way of moving the hand, the leg,
the head, fingers; each way of articulating the mind so as to squeeze its
precious juice is in itself experimental.The artist is really never sure of what to expect.The word experimental sounds
too scientific but science is not just a word it is a way of seeing the
world. And perhaps all what we know as Science cannot even be contained
in the word science.In so far as words contain a great amount of the
universe's verity, they do not contain all. Then What is not science ,what is not
arts in our world? For like the blind man, whose eyes lost, the world is
seen through the manipulation of objects via other senses. The artist is an
architect, a creator of worlds, big or small. Beautiful or ugly, amorphous or
with a shape, truthful or false, melodious or not, blissful or sad, harmonious
or chaotic. What matters in the essence of the artist is his fundamental desire to
be above life and death, to manipulate objects at its guise. It is in this paradoxical wish that the artist gets
drunk and dreams for heaven. Where is the limit? Where pain and suffering which
ooze out as he makes worlds, subjugating all matter, all forces of nature to
his desire reside. What is the allusion? Yes the artist is an experimentalist.
There is also the illusion, as there comes a time in life when
knowing who one is stops to be a major preoccupation but rather what one should
become.That comes from what we see, perceive.The paradoxical desire to leave to
human offspring the best parts of our sombre nature is a troubling aspect of arts. It is this mix of worlds the artists lives. The artist is a semi-god grandeur
nature. It is in between the science of arts and the arts of science
that the artist moves. There is no arts which is therefore not experimental in
itself as like the toddler the final outcome using the legs is not walking but experimenting and experiencing the world.With
arts the piece of arts in itself is just a minor event in the greater creation
process.In both cases it is discovery, it is growing into the unknown with the
very confidence of an infinite bliss to have made something, left something,
shared something, being something, even if it is just for a while and with or
without something.So it really takes little to make something a piece of arts? What do you think?
A bittersweet taste of being just an artist is that of just been a human, an over sensitive living thing. One with perverse pleasure, one with too many mental objects to manipulate, to many operations to deal with. As I carve these words, as I let my mind sink into the abyss of my own mind, I realize in the tranquility of the music I hear that indeed arts is a high form of spirituality. It is a gift from God-Jah, The God who certainly wanted us to savour with greatness and bliss, the experience of being Masters of another genre. Yes I am proud to be an artist, just an artist. Still who am I?
A bittersweet taste of being just an artist is that of just been a human, an over sensitive living thing. One with perverse pleasure, one with too many mental objects to manipulate, to many operations to deal with. As I carve these words, as I let my mind sink into the abyss of my own mind, I realize in the tranquility of the music I hear that indeed arts is a high form of spirituality. It is a gift from God-Jah, The God who certainly wanted us to savour with greatness and bliss, the experience of being Masters of another genre. Yes I am proud to be an artist, just an artist. Still who am I?
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| An Experience of Experimental Art Photo Didier De Masso |
It is as a photographer I
experienced the experimental art of Em'Kal Eyongakpa and
Khailand in "LIQUIFIED", to me it was something new,
the fabrication of sense, the exhibition of the desire to become, the
archetypes of mankind. It was like a dance, like a trance of/into primitive
man. There was no woman, yet she was the one lingering within the many lips of
the artists oh big and small. It is with my camera I carved their moments,
making sure to my very best to seize, freeze each intention and every aspects
of their purpose. It is in the Goethe Institute of Yaounde on the 21st of
November 2012 it all happened and it is NOW that we share this
experience with you . Why so much time lapse? Don't ask me Arts has her caprice
at times you can tame her at times she is the one leading, the fight is at
times so dangerous at times the dance so sensual that We loose focus. But time waits for no one. Inspired or not it moves its way! .What is the purpose of this?
LIQUIFIED was a multidisciplinary
art creation associating the painter Romuald Dikoume , the
composer JaHel MinieliH, the poet and photographers Stone Karim Mohamed,
Sentury Job and Penklo Simons.
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| An Experience of Experiemental Art Photo Didier De Masso |
It is not philosophy, nor the
philosophy of arts that simply matters here. It is Art, Experimental Art, Experiencing Art.Like the art of living , at times receiving, not receiving,
letting go, at times being at times not. It is the sounds of the melody of our
infantile memories that linger and shape our present. The
replication of our likeness, Arts. Our lost childhood, found and re-found in playing games,
perhaps forbidden games. Each experience of LIQUIFIED was a gate way to the mind, to the soul of the artist.
It seems then experimental art is many
things yet it seems it is two thing mostly: it is the Science of Art and the Art of Science.The
knowledge, the laws, the principles, that govern life, nature, human nature. There is no Art
without a form of mastery, fortunately. Each movement of the brush, pencil,
each movement of the fingers , each shot, each
utterance of the mind, each vocal is an intention. I guess, indeed it is in this will and patterns that resides
the greatest of all artistic experience, that of experiencing so many thing and
at the end producing something from which a sort of human meaning can be got.
That is a global understanding of Reality! Experimental art as a concept , as an experience is strictly subjected to both what is objective and subjective. It is trivial is it not but see for your self Google Arts . What does it evoke into you? For more information you can google the Google Art Project https://plus.google.com/+GoogleArtProject
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| Introducing Google Art By Didier De Masso |
In sum , What is Art?
