Sublimity is no longer in art, but in speculation on art.
Jean-François Lyotard
“The Sublime and the Avant-Garde,” trans. Lisa Liebmann, Geoffrey Bennington and Marian Hobson, The Inhuman (Cambridge: Polity Press, 1991) 106.
(via jenlindblad)
when one no longer pursues the sublime, one is left to pursue the mundane and the cotidian. Does that pursuit yet seek to elevate? Or do we echo and reinforce? (rambling thoughts in response to Lyotard from the point of view of one who makes)