Wednesday, September 16, 2015

A Deconstructive Exploration

I remember the first day of school, in my Research and Methodology class, my professor saying something along the lines of, 
"We're going to learn about so many things this semester. Some things you won't agree with, some things will blow your mind, and some things will help you understand your purpose in life." 

For the past few weeks, each time I sit in that class, I see so much of life unfold with each word he writes across the board. He teaches these mind-boggling theories and methods in a way that my mind can easily comprehend. So far, I haven't completely agreed with the theories we have learned, but today, the theory we discussed kind of just clicked

Deconstruction is: 
a philosophical and critical movement especially applied to the study of literature, that questions all traditional assumptions about the reality and emphasizes that a text has no stable reference or identification because words essentially only refer to other words...

The definition could go on forever, but you get the point. 
To explain this a little further, what Deconstruction is stating is that there is no actual, true, concrete meaning to anything, but rather, 
everything means so many things. 
This in itself is enough to scare someone completely away from 
the reality of the theory. 
Many people say, "When you're in a good spot, don't touch anything." 
People believe that stability is what maintains comfort in the chaos.
But, this theory says that nothing is stable. 
It encourages the act of taking something (a word, a text, an idea, etc...) out of its original context, and putting it in another context that is 
completely and utterly different. 
It's scary because it's overwhelming. It's intimidating because it's not reliable. It's frightening because it's so stunningly eye-opening. 
It's chilling because it's so freeing. 
But, it's also reassuring because even though it feels as if things are falling apart, in reality, nothing is unravelling because it has always been this way.

In an effort to prove the theories that applaud the "multiple meaning" reality, an avid Dadaist and American painter, sculptor, and writer, Marcel Duchamp, once wrote his name on an old, broken, used urinal, titled it Fountain, and submitted it in the exhibition of the Society of Independent Artists in New York. Although it was originally rejected, it still stands on display and is observed and contemplated by art historians and theorists today. 
This one example sends chills down my spine.
Something that one group of people would associate with tastelessness and unsuitability, another group would classify as artistry that stirs 
great emotion within a being. 

My mind drifts to the Metropolitan Museum where so much art is advertised and cherished in so many different ways. 
Here, the difference is where my comfort is found. Here, my mind is free to see the art in whatever way I want, and my heart is never judged for feeling a certain way. 
Growing up is an exploration. All of life is a journey. 
And, art is art if it makes you feel something.
Each day, take steps to search the depths of what all of this around us actually means. Because according to Deconstruction, everything is meaningless until you decide to give it significance. 
Be encouraged, not alarmed. And, find a sure foundation on the fact that everything means more than what it may first seem to be.

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