Every day, at some unexpected quiet moment, I make time for my heart to break.
Dishes
Tag: Art
“F**k the algorithm” – Art, curation and influence in late-stage Internet
A couple of days ago, RM (Kim Namjoon), the rapper, writer, and leader of BTS, unarchived the entirety of his Instagram history. His posts go back to December 2021, when all BTS members opened their Instagram accounts. In the last several months, RM had, seemingly randomly, “deleted” or archived posts a few or whole chunks at a time.
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The Euphoria of Beauty and the Compulsion for Art
Note: I wrote this essay over several weeks but wrote the main argument and narrative over the next few hours after the event I describe in the piece. I decided to keep it intact to respect and convey the immediacy of the experience.
Last night, I cried myself to sleep after seeing a concert. I cried for two hours after it ended, full-body sobs taking over me on the sofa where I had sat to watch the livestream. The sobs overcame me every time I tried to calm myself, close my eyes, and go to sleep—it was, after all, three or four in the morning my time. I had to take a Tylenol, but the crying took over me in the kitchen as I grabbed a cup of water, opened the faucet, and doubled over the counter in pain.
The sobs did not cease until I forced myself to lay in bed, the tears falling freely on my pillow and my body shaking intermittently from the crying. The sleep somehow came.
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RM’s “Indigo”: to be artful is to be human
“Still, I found myself glancing at the paintings and then looking at them. “The Potato Eaters.” “The Cornfield with a Lark.” “The Ploughed Field at Auvers.” “The Pear Tree.” Within two minutes—and for the first time in three weeks—I was calm, reassured. Reality had been confirmed.”
John Berger, “The Production of the World,” The Sense of Sight
The first time I read that essay, I was in my 20s. I didn’t know it then, but Berger’s words about how, in a moment of profound existential dread, looking at van Gogh’s paintings had helped him find his place in the world again would resonate for the rest of my life. I, too, have found solace in art in countless moments, but more than that, Berger’s words have guided me and comforted me when life felt like it had stopped making sense. They tell me that the emotions we experience when confronted with art are real and worth thinking about and living for.
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The Things We Love 