Humans have a unique ability among the animal kingdom to create mental abstractions. These are then used as basic foundational building blocks that can be assembled in infinite ways to both interpret and explain empirical observations and experiences. But, what we observe—and thus our interpretation of the universe—is itself filtered by our individuality. Henri Bergson wrote, “we perceive only that which interests us.” The human challenge is to overcome our ingrained tendency towards “confirmation bias” in our observations (and conclusions) about the universe, an affliction that bests even the most clever of philosophers.
This is not to suggest that there are no common denominators among individuals. Indeed, Grosz observes basic facts and draws similar conclusions as others have before (and after) her: the universe is a collection of atoms that interact with one another chaotically until they inadvertently assemble themselves into structures we call “life.” This is the first notion of “order from chaos.” And life continues to evolve to a point where human cognition is introduced, which allows for a higher level of order from chaos; one that can produce, or at least interpret, “art.”
Here is where Grosz expresses that “art is the art of affect more than representation.” That is, the *technique* of expressing an idea in a way that stimulates the emotive response is unique. Here, the ‘art’ is that unique ability to create a work that affects the viewer. This implies that representation alone is arbitrary and meaningless – it is only “art” if there is affect. A mere photo of a house is not considered art unless it has affect.
But here is where the circular dependency lies: who’s to say whether such a photo has affect? If it is a photo of a house where horrible injustices were done, then suddenly it has affect. The viewer, like a voyeur, stares at the house, as if from across the street, wondering what sort of evil happened inside? But let’s say the viewer wasn’t told anything at all – it’s just a photo of a house on a wall. Will the viewer read something into it anyway? Alophonso Lingis’ *Dangerous Emotions* challenges us with this question. He presents the reader with disturbing conceptual acts and scenes that greatly offend us, not for the purpose of jolting us, but to demonstrate that it is innate to human nature to be attracted to such things. Even if we are repelled by them, we still look, contemplate, imagine. There’s a human attraction to danger. We think about it, even when we don’t want to.
We, as humans, are *self-affective*: we can (and do) read all sorts of meaning into most anything, whether it’s there or not, whether we want to or not. The chaotic nature of our minds prevents us from maintaining full control all the time; we cannot fully filter out dangerous emotions, even though we can control our physical actions in the open world. If presentedan artifact and are told that it is “art,” we orient our minds towards that predisposition and begin the contemplation process: we examine, imagine, and let go of those filters that hold our dangerous emotions in place. We let chaos take over because we want to be affected.
Grosz says “the arts produce and generate intensity, impacting the nervous system.” Sure, but what is actually generated by the artwork and what is generated by our expectation that we should be so moved? The placebo effect is profoundly affective when it comes to interpreting art.
Grosz might counter this statement with indifference: that the organic origins of “art” can be found in many things in the universe, so it doesn’t matter where the “affectiveness” started, with the material work, or with the viewer, or with the artist. As long as there is affect, the work has achieved the status of “art”, and this could have only come into because of “*order from chaos*.” Living beings’ (“bodies”) “slow down chaos enough to extract from it something … intensifying, a performance, a refrain, an organization of color or movement that .. enables and induces art.”
The real question is “what is affective?” Much the same way one can ask, What is order? And thus, What is chaos? And finally, Where is the dividing line between order and chaos? We believe ourselves to be of a higher order than chaos, but are we? How is this measured? Just because we exist (“I think, therefore, I am”) does not necessarily imply order. We drift in and our of chaotic thought uncontrollably all the time, as Lingis says. Indeed, some of the greatest artists are known to be the least “ordered” in their cognitive capacities—raging madmen, self-destructive, cruel, and suicidal. If there’s any true attribute of chaos, self-annihilation is surely a candidate.
(Research on human corpses asks the provocative question: when is death? Biological processes in the body continue, often for weeks, just because there is sufficient fuel and organic material to allow it to continue. Chaos, it seems, cannot be so easily nailed down.)
So what is Grosz’ end goal with her essay? She says, “Exploring the relations that art establishes between the living body, the forces of the universe, the creation of the future, and abstract questions … may provide a new way of understanding the concrete and the lived.”
To this I ask, which part is “new”? The *understanding*, or the *way of understanding,* or even* the concrete and lived?* In all cases, she argues that simply being aware of the connections between the forces of the universe and art will help us better understand life and the concrete realities that affect us emotionally and profoundly.
I don’t presume to disagree with this thesis, but I would suggest that it’s hardly as achievable as she seems to imply. If anything, I believe that her premise provokes far more questions than it answers. And, indeed, this is often a byproduct of well-executed artworks. Life and the universe, order and chaos, and many other paradoxes in our cognitive understanding of things are ambiguous. If Grosz’ approach is to draw the common denominators between art and other universal elements as a way of providing a “new way ofunderstanding the concrete and lived,” that doesn’t yet tell us anything. Are we to draw conclusions about art we never considered before? Or, is she proposing that her approach helps us understand a whole new concept entirely?
My personal take on this essay begins with a thesis about philosophy: Not everyone shares the same observations or experiences during their existence. As they build their own associations between life experiences and conceptual abstractions (which are used in a feedback mechanism to both explain and interpret events—the concrete and lived), they begin to diverge just a bit more from others. Philosophers therefore face a conundrum: are their own observations as universally applicable as they believe they are? Or, are they encapsulated in their own self-created perception of the universe? To be self-aware of this paradox, thinkers like Elizabeth Grosz have to walk a delicate line: be generic and abstract enough in their observations and conclusions, or risk overstating their case? In this essay, Grosz walks the line well and makes observations that are straightforward enough to avoid objection in principle. Yet, always aware that she may be criticized for Bergson’s accusation of only noticing what interests her, she remains solely at this higher level. And while I applaud her master craftsmanship in the art of writing philosophically as she articulates her thesis and defense, I humbly confess she uncovers no new concepts or conclusions for me.
(Personal postscript: Despite the confidence expressed in my summary paragraph, I do not pretend to be well-versed in the background of Elizabeth Grosz or in the broader academic depth of this material, despite my having attempted to do some research. I am always greatly humbled when those more learned than myself explain oh so articulately everything that went way over my head when I first read the essay. I fully expect to experience this phenomenon again here.)