029 ON BEAUTY , for the eye and for the rest
beauty; in urbophilia.substack we have touched upon beauty a number of times; and, that theme has to come up later on, again; here is just one visceral reaction to a walk, today; I want to share with you what can not be shared, as . . . how to share beauty?! how to describe beauty, how to define it? we would need an impossible, incommunicable synaesthesia . . . ; this is not about segmented, choreographed beauty for the eye (only), or for the ear (only), for touch . . . for whatever . . . only; this is about beauty – multisensorial, multilogical . . . something that we do not have a word for; so, why bother? because here we – as researchers, as designers, as citizens, as human beings – are in the search of ways, approaches to address, to enter the totality of (urban) experience, and the ways to think, to conceptualise, to achieve the totality . . . with(out) (reductive) comprehension
internet confines us to the eye (and some noise); our increasingly sophisticated tools are getting increasingly exclusive, in the original sense of exclusion (of the rest); they confine us; as in the “one hand clapping” koan, these images might ask you to close your eyes and enter what is on them, better; do it!
we are back in Split; late autumn; tourists are all but gone . . . this might have been the last ugly cruiser of 2024, we hope
it’s getting cooler, beautiful in another way; city and beauty; what is beauty? whatever beauty is, it matters; now, we can take the beauty of this place in, slowly; there is no rush; places have changed; from Riva, across the bay is . . . Sustipan
rt ... a promontory
walk along Western Riva; no burned walking flesh, no electric scooters; no crowds any more; Sustipan is now closer
quiet
a step into another realm
a sheer beauty; nature touches culture touches nature, they touch us
thoughts fly away . . . the sea, the sky, colours; shapes; Brač, Hvar . . . views
closeups, wind, senses, smells . . . colours enter; plants
fun
closeups, wind, senses, smells ... sounds
evening approaches, sailboats returning to port; masts
sun sets
calm
what is this (incommunicable) beauty telling us?