The Morning Visitor by Dino Buzzati (1967)
The Morning Visitor by Dino Buzzati (1967)
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I hate that I could tell what it was about without looking at the comments :/
I hate that anyone would need it to be made explicit. How does anyone with a prefrontal lobe miss that?
Edit, quoting myself downthread,
Perhaps what I've failed to articulate is that I'm irked that this very overt, brave, and thoughtful piece of art can be so clear and powerful a message, and yet my fellow humans are conditioned by (or perhaps utterly failed by) society to be so insensate that it does not immediately produce the intended understanding. I'm not frustrated with anyone in particular, I'm frustrated with the cruelly absurd world we live in.
Because not everyone has had the experiences and education we have. Perhaps we should take the opportunity to educate rather than to shame.
They said, while blatantly highroading
Fine though, your point stands. I'm not here to bicker, it just seems like the subtlety here is not exactly asking much sensitivity from its audience
I'm not here to bicker
You came out fucking swinging. There's no need to act like you weren't looking for some kind of confrontation.
Chalk it up to cultural differences. I've explained myself elsewhere in this thread to the best of my ability, if unlikeability ever deserves to be explained.
unlikability is certainly the right word.
You are worried I might have overlooked it. Kind of you, but please do not trouble yourself.
Im sure you already know you’re unlikable - not a bother at all.
I'm not here to bicker
Yes you are.
Okay. I'm confused about why you're here though. If you're right, then you're choosing to talk to an unpleasant person for the sake of arguing, and my thesaurus is accusing you of bickering. If you're wrong, you're the "unpleasant person on the internet". If there is a third option that I have carelessly overlooked, perhaps you will find some delight in putting me to work as the Simplicio in your essay on the arts?
I thought harder about this than you did, and that's why I lost. Thanks, [email protected]
I hope you live up to your name someday
It wouldn't be unreasonable if someone intepreted this as an panic attack, or some other mental condition.
Contrary to your stance, I WISH there would be 0 people on this earth who could at a glance know what this image depicts.
Entirely valid on both accounts, we have nothing to disagree about
One of the things about humanity that is remarkable is that we, by and large, are unable to imagine totally new things. Any "new" thing is a combination of things we've seen previously put into new arrangements. For folks who never experienced SA or know of it, they are blissfully unaware of what is happening. I thought it was a funny exaggeration of an encounter with a spider. Not everyone is keenly aware of the darkness mankind makes and explicit call outs are important. Many of us are trying to be sensitive but without explicit citation to ensure equal understanding, you would have been mad at me for a painting that we never saw the same subject matter.
Nobody here seems like they're in the mood for more of my takes on art, which doesn't pain me, but I'll try to be clearer about where I've been coming from since you made some interesting points.
Part of what motivated me here is that I see art as fundamentally "the study of choice". I like the piece in question because it seems to be choosing to demonstrate the absurd cruelty of the situation (because cruelty is absurd, don't you find?), and making absolutely no bones about it. It's a six panel horror show that is poignant because of how little sense SA makes, and it is trenchant in its overall effect without resorting to humor, which would be cowardly (speaking from experience - I do that too often).
Perhaps what I've failed to articulate is that I'm irked that this very overt, brave, and thoughtful piece of art can be so clear and powerful a message, and yet my fellow humans are conditioned by (or perhaps utterly failed by) society to be so insensate that it does not immediately produce the intended understanding. I'm not frustrated with anyone in particular, I'm frustrated with the cruelly absurd world we live in.
