You have rediscovered the "It-ness" of that famous connoisseur, Bernard Berenson:
' "It" is every experience that is ultimate, valued for its own sake and in our own intention..."It" accepts what it is as if what is were a Work of art inwhich the qualities so outweighed the faults that these could be ignored. "It" is incapable of analysis, requires no explanations and no apology, is self-evident and right. One may sing about it but not discuss it. "It" is the most immediate and mystical way.'
Bernard Barenson's "Sketch for a Self Portrait," p. 120
Abandoned objects on the sidewalks and streets of the city are like sea shells, cast aside by their creature owners. They are no more alien in the urban landscape than a sand dollar is on the beach.
You have rediscovered the "It-ness" of that famous connoisseur, Bernard Berenson:
ReplyDelete' "It" is every experience that is ultimate, valued for its own sake and in our own intention..."It" accepts what it is as if what is were a Work of art inwhich the qualities so outweighed the faults that these could be ignored. "It" is incapable of analysis, requires no explanations and no apology, is self-evident and right. One may sing about it but not discuss it. "It" is the most immediate and mystical way.'
Bernard Barenson's "Sketch for a Self Portrait," p. 120