Surprisingly, I took few photos in Melbourne, even though I spent a most of Friday, part of Saturday and a large part of Monday walking the back alley's in the CBD seeing the city from the perspective of an art that understood our future to be open ended one of becoming.

politics, originally uploaded by poodly.

I couldn't post over the weekend because the internet connection at my sister's place in Safety Beach, on the Mornington Peninsula, was down. I shot no landscape work even though I visited Cape Schanck ----it is part of the Mornington Peninsula National Park---on Sunday afternoon. I was much more at home in exploring the little laneways of the western side of the CBD--- the area from Spencer Street to Swanston Street between Collins and LaTrobe Streets.

This is an art that rejects beauty and right feeling, and is an endless, directionless process of goalless experimentation in all that is possible; one made by playful artists disenfranchised by academia, whose ressentiment flows from having little financial security, who survive on casual teaching and part time projects, and are experimenters who see the world in terms of becoming, change decay and death. This is an art that is concerned with suffering---or rather the tragic as suffering---whilst affirming life.

Yeah, it is seeing Melbourne through the eyes of Nietzsche: that “intricate relation” between opposites, such as bliss and pain, that simultaneously unites them and holds them apart with the transitoriness of the world of becoming. An aesthetic that is based on the rejection of the Kantian notion of aesthetic disinterestness focused on the viewer in favour of perspectival seeing and the revaluation of art