Bellezza, terrore ed esistenza

Abstract

    Art is a terrible and exciting experience; art, considered for centuries
the cradle of beauty, is destined to have nothing to do with the wonderful
objects that are dear to its past. By now we are discovering that, perhaps,
art has never really had anything to do with beauty intended as the quality
of certain objects (the so-called works of art), but always and only with
their bare existence; existence that is never reduced to the purposes that
characterize the horizon, human, too human, of signification; existence
that continues, tireless, to reflect the original senselessness of its bold
architect’s life. Freeing him, indeed, even from the task of explaining his
senseless and feverish yearning.