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Phenomenology and Painting Research


   
"Philosophy cannot refrain from finding itself, when it comes to painting, permanently. . . . The exceptional visibility of the panting has thus become a privileged case of the phenomenon."
—Jean-Luc Marion, The Crossing of the Visible




ABSTRACT. Far from merely being a reproduction and representation of visible things-in-themselves (Husserl), a painting can make manifest what we precisely otherwise do not see: beings in their emergence and coming-to-be (Merleau-Ponty), Being in its hiddenness (Heidegger), and even what is able to see us—the Other (Levinas) and, possibly even, the Deity--the invisible par excellence (Marion). 



         
  

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  1. "In responding by a manual act of presence (drawing, painting, writing --- which in Greek are the same word, graphein) to bodily acts of presence, in delivering over to verbal or plastic form that of the spirit which comes to attest to itself in them, poetry and painting do not procure for us new objects to consider, but rather a new source of restlessness."

    - J-L. Chretien, Address of Hand to Hand: Listening to the Work of Art (Sep 1996)

    Accompanied by a beautiful image and an equally beautiful abstract, your research proposal abounds with restlessness (and more importantly, with promise).

    How you'll craft everything into a whole is exciting (I sound like a stage mom, haha); though breezing through some of your older posts, I know you've started piece by piece already. Writing this one will be tragic and pleasurable for you at the same time, and that fact shall make it all the more meaningful.

    Good luck, my friend.

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