Where do You Find Beauty?

[TimeAsylums]

This is obviously a matter of personal opinion.

I find beauty in the meaning (of things).
I find beauty in the story behind (of things).
I find beauty in the abstraction (of things).

Personally, I have trouble being invigorated by physical means. A colorful object or person might catch my eye, but if I see no meaning, then I am uninterested. I have brought this up various times over various threads.

I am able to appreciate other's understandings of beauty only by understanding. That is, I can not feel what they feel about beauty, I can only understand.

I will refrain from using too much typology functions as to not make this too long, however:

Se derives its meaning from the outer physical world
Fi derives its meaning from how it feels about something

Yes, with that being said, anyone can feel anything etc.

It is particularly why I have trouble living in the moment of things, I am always outside of them, outside of the moment. Because I abstract every situation, every meaning to an extreme level, I am inside my head, while enveloping the situation.

Examples:

When I am out with my buds drinking, I am appreciating the beauty that is the situation itself, close friends gathered in time appreciating and enjoying one another.

When I am showering, it is not the hot or cold water that makes me appreciate the shower. I turn off all of the lights, and withdraw into my head.

I meditate often, I don't concentrate on anything, I close my eyes, and my mind itself expands.

When I am making love (whatever you prefer to call it really...) I find meaning and love in the situations that has led up to this moment and what this moment is and what it represents. ("in your head")

Assumedly you could attribute my favor of abstractions to Ne, but I'll refrain like I said, for now.

When dating someone, or even spending time with them, I see what is the story that has lead up to the moment of now and what is going to be, I also appreciate what is now - but by method of abstraction. I do not intentionally do so, I just do so. It is probably why I love books more than television, I am not a visual person whatsoever. Rarely do I picture/visualize any of my abstractions or anything, in my mind it is an ultimate abstraction. This could probably lead one to nihilism, but I refrain from that as well for now.

I don't love what is, I love what is behind. Obviously abstractions are massively more subjective than what is the objective (physically speaking, don't get into Plato here -_-). That is, any manner of abstractions could be real as opposed to what is, but one of them may be correct, but I digress.

I fall in love with abstractions, I see the beauty of behind what everything is and the abstractions of how objects, things, and people interact etc.

With all that being said, I don't intentionally do such things, it is just who and how I am.

I just am. It is why I am often passive and observant instead of interacting, I am perfectly ok with that - I love it, seeing beyond what may be and what is in the moment. With that being said as well, I also interact a lot, as to not let it all just go by me.


I don't physically see the beauty in everything...
Nor do I feel the beauty in everything...
The abstractions make me...abstract the beauty in everything...

So, tell me forum: Where do you find beauty?

Do you feel the emotions of others?
Do you feel and see the physical beauty?
Do you appreciate the beauty of a situation?
In people? In music? In math and logic? Tell me.

Give me what you feel or see or know or think.

 

[BloodCountess88]

"She was carrying these revolting, disturbing yellow flowers. God knows what they're called, but for some reason they're the first to appear in Moscow. And these flowers stood out very distinctly from her black spring coat. She was carrying yellow flowers! Not a nice colour. She turned off Tverskaya and onto a side street, and then she turned round. You know Tverskaya, I presume? Thousands of people were walking along Tverskaya, but I swear to you that she saw me alone and looked at me not quite with alarm but with a kind of sickness even. And I was struck not so much by her beauty as by a remarkable loneliness in her eyes." - Bulgakov

I find Margarita to be the epitome of true raw unconventional beauty.

 

[Brontosaurie]

"She was carrying these revolting, disturbing yellow flowers. God knows what they're called, but for some reason they're the first to appear in Moscow. And these flowers stood out very distinctly from her black spring coat. She was carrying yellow flowers! Not a nice colour. She turned off Tverskaya and onto a side street, and then she turned round. You know Tverskaya, I presume? Thousands of people were walking along Tverskaya, but I swear to you that she saw me alone and looked at me not quite with alarm but with a kind of sickness even. And I was struck not so much by her beauty as by a remarkable loneliness in her eyes." - Bulgakov

I find Margarita to be the epitome of true raw unconventional beauty.

so, in short: beauty is being preposterous? beauty is revolt?

i think beauty lies in transcending the system, not in violating its rules. purposefully engaging in the latter practice implies dependence, supervenience & contingency and is hardly different from abiding.

i feel shame when i catch myself deviating for the sake of it.

 

[Hadoblado]

Abstraction, emotion, landscapes, and systems.

Also boooooobs. What was the question again?

 

[Chad]

I find beauty in the unique. Basically if I have never seen it before I am curious to see it.

From my times going to art museums I have realized I am more drawn to 3D craftsmanship then objects (I.E. poetry, Armor, Weapons, sculptures. word working, Clocks) These are all beautiful to me. On the other hand panting are lost on me for the most part.

The other interesting thing is while I love abstract thinking abstract art isn't really appealing to me.

I can find music beautiful. As well as other performing arts like acting, dancing, figure skating, and synchronize swim/diving.

I find most things beautiful under the microscope and threw the telescope. Nature is also beautiful.

Of course this all depends on your definition of beautiful. I don't feel an emotional connection per say I just enjoy perceiving these things.

On the other hand I think my wife is beautiful and that has very little to do with physical beauty. More the fact that I feel emotionally connected to her.

I believe I will have a similar connection when I have children someday hopefully.

However, for the most part the emotional connection many feel to art isn't there for me.

 

[BloodCountess88]

so, in short: beauty is being preposterous? beauty is revolt?

i think beauty lies in transcending the system, not in violating its rules. purposefully engaging in the latter practice implies dependence, supervenience & contingency and is hardly different from abiding.

i feel shame when i catch myself deviating for the sake of it.

No, if you read the book you will see that Margarita isn't going against the norm nor she wanted to revolt people ( she trows the flowers when he tells her he hates them) rather that the master only admired the beauty standards of a rose, and realized how shallow of a perception he really had when he met the woman he should think of repulsive yet he felt such strong magnetic connection to her. That is beauty, in spite of appearances, it would be the magic bulgakov so longed for in this book, such a simple common flower with nothing special, revolting, turning out to be more valuable and be much more pure and beautiful than any of the roses he admired.

True beauty, in the eye of the beholder, to his irony.

 

[Brontosaurie]

No, if you read the book you will see that Margarita isn't going against the norm nor she wanted to revolt people ( she trows the flowers when he tells her he hates them) rather that the master only admired the beauty standards of a rose, and realized how shallow of a perception he really had when he met the woman he should think of repulsive yet he felt such strong magnetic connection to her. That is beauty, in spite of appearances, it would be the magic bulgakov so longed for in this book, such a simple common flower with nothing special, revolting, turning out to be more valuable and be much more pure and beautiful than any of the roses he admired.

True beauty, in the eye of the beholder, to his irony.

i read it, real sucky.

what you described is the beauty of revolt in and of itself, because regardless of whether she was being deliberate and consistent about it or not; the master perceived the revolt as beauty. why so many words?

 

[Cognisant]

The click of a lock, the slide of a firearm, a cupboard door that's designed to hide its hinges and doesn't bang when you close it, the tightness of a drill but in a chuck, bearings that don't rattle, the purr of a healthy engine, fine brass clockwork.

The tactile perfection of well made things, it feels good, like when by accident you do something perfectly and it just feels cool, well made things create that feeling in a replicatable way.

When you close the door of an expensive car and the perfectly tuned pneumatic shock absorbers decelerate it to just the right speed every time for it come to a gentle stop, punctuated by the muffled thunk of a solenoid punching the securing rod into place.

 

[Pyropyro]

This is obviously a matter of personal opinion.


So, tell me forum: Where do you find beauty?

Do you feel the emotions of others?
Do you feel and see the physical beauty?
Do you appreciate the beauty of a situation?
In people? In music? In math and logic? Tell me.

Give me what you feel or see or know or think.

Yes, if I understand their background enough or have some info on their predicament (say, losing a job)
Yes, the female body, nature, and intricate systems
Depends if said situation is interesting enough.
All of them except logic. Math is actually pretty amazing IMO.

 

[DelusiveNinja]

SPACE is the most beautiful place. I find fractal explorations, sound, math (a collection of numbers forming something), light, cells, and mental images (vivid dreams) beautiful. I find insects, the inside of the body, sweat, heat, and nature (child birth) disgusting.

 

[just george]

In a really gorgeous picture that I have in my bathroom, that I usually use when shaving

 

[Cavallier]

^Hardy har har.

I find beauty in silence. Not just audible silence but mental silence. When everything is settled and calm. I find floating beauty in that level of serenity.

 

[TimeAsylums]

I find beauty in silence. Not just audible silence but mental silence. When everything is settled and calm. I find floating beauty in that level of serenity.

Beautiful indeed.

I love running/hiking/getting away/meditating because the silence is some eternal peace and I (one) is self with...everything. Serenity yes.

 

[BloodCountess88]

i read it, real sucky.

what you described is the beauty of revolt in and of itself, because regardless of whether she was being deliberate and consistent about it or not; the master perceived the revolt as beauty. why so many words?

It's not, because he wasn't revolted by margarita even if he was set on his beliefs that he should be.

I understand russian literature is not everyone's cup of tea.

 

[Duxwing]

It's not, because he wasn't revolted by margarita even if he was set on his beliefs that he should be.

I understand russian literature is not everyone's cup of tea.

Russian Literature: Tundra, tundra everywhere, but not a drop to drink.



French Literature: And then I kissed her, and she grabbed my baguette. I slapped her! It was modern art!

German Literature: Ein, dzwei, dri--we are choosink ze langvage, heah! Ein, dzwei, dri! Ein, dzwei, dri!

English Literature: And then I was so lonely and sad, longing for my long-lost teddy bear that my father had burned as I sat upon a distant hill in the rain.

Spanish Literature: It was summer. I walked outside into the clamoring brick street to buy some lunch. An old grandfather with a thick, black mustache upon his wrinkled lip was sitting out on his porch,sizzling.

Australian Literature: Righto, mate. After we grabbed our shrimp off the barby, we jumped in our Land Rover with our boomerang-throwing kangaroo-didgeridoo and headed out into the Outback.

American Literature: Me and the boys pushed the heavy door of the bank open and pulled our pieces: Franko had the auto, Teppo had the pistol, and I had my pump-gun. Ka-lickity-clack. We cleaned the joint out in ten minutes flat and hit the road just as the pigs and screws showed up.

-Duxwing

 

[BigApplePi]

This is obviously a matter of personal opinion.


So, tell me forum: Where do you find beauty?


Give me what you feel or see or know or think.

Don't think I have a definitive answer, but will try out:

Beauty is a two part process for me to find it. The object has to be outside myself. It has to generate both a harmony in itself as I subjectively see it and a generative function set off within me. That means it is there and I have to like it.

Do you feel the emotions of others?
I feel the emotions of others if they are strong enuf to draw my attention and I'm not self-involved with my own emotions.

Do you feel and see the physical beauty?
I think so.

Do you appreciate the beauty of a situation?
If I stop to focus on that.

In people? In music? In math and logic? Tell me.
I'm not a people person. If I should see beauty in a person, I stop and separate it from the person as a whole.
Not logic lately as logic is a process, but math yes. That's hard to describe and I'd have to try again later sometime. It has to do with the magic of a hard-to-believe truth. How could this be true? Why does it work out that way? How could something so unpredictable describe what must be a universe of complexity and describe it so simply? The harmony of simplicity with complexity.

Also there is a magic in that something complex can be proven one way or the other. This is not so with things outside of math. Math can do it, but not so with people, the physical sciences or the soft sciences. One can have the illusion something is true, but it's only that ... an illusion.

That's the best I can do at the moment.

 

[BloodCountess88]

Russian Literature: Tundra, tundra everywhere, but not a drop to drink.



French Literature: And then I kissed her, and she grabbed my baguette. I slapped her! It was modern art!

German Literature: Ein, dzwei, dri--we are choosink ze langvage, heah! Ein, dzwei, dri! Ein, dzwei, dri!

English Literature: And then I was so lonely and sad, longing for my long-lost teddy bear that my father had burned as I sat upon a distant hill in the rain.

Spanish Literature: It was summer. I walked outside into the clamoring brick street to buy some lunch. An old grandfather with a thick, black mustache upon his wrinkled lip was sitting out on his porch,sizzling.

Australian Literature: Righto, mate. After we grabbed our shrimp off the barby, we jumped in our Land Rover with our boomerang-throwing kangaroo-didgeridoo and headed out into the Outback.

American Literature: Me and the boys pushed the heavy door of the bank open and pulled our pieces: Franko had the auto, Teppo had the pistol, and I had my pump-gun. Ka-lickity-clack. We cleaned the joint out in ten minutes flat and hit the road just as the pigs and screws showed up.

-Duxwing

This is so full of win!

 

[BigApplePi]

Nice one Dux.

 

[AnnaC]

I find beauty in surprising, out of the ordinary places.

Beauty is when something catches me entirely off-guard, when something is unexpectedly different. It jolts me out of my head for all of five seconds, or longer if it's truly amazing.

For instance, if I'm walking through a town and see a series of buildings that look like photocopies of the next, when I see an older building, I'll stop and really take note of it. Even if it's falling down, overgrown, and an "eyesore" as far as everyone else is concerned, I see that it's different, and appreciate it. If I'm reading a magazine, and most pages are filled with really buff, clean-shaven, and tanned guys, then my eye will catch on the one that's paler, leaner, and has a bit of a scruffy beard going on. If I've been lazy all day and go running, I see the running as beautiful, because it's separate from every other moment of that day.

The differences between that one thing/person/moment and the others makes it unique, and its uniqueness is beautiful. I dislike sameness, so I search for that which isn't same. Thus I'm constantly searching for differences, to fill my days with my idea of beauty. When something is different, I want to learn every faucet of knowledge available about it; it gives me something else to focus my mind upon.

In conclusion: Beauty is found in peculiarity, similarity leads to ugliness. Peculiarity may be found in my own mind, but it's especially wonderful when it's found in the physical world. Then I can really make an attempt to know the thing in question, and it holds my attention for quite a while.

 

[NullPointer]

Here I make the (subjective) distinction between beauty, and art. You may not agree with these definitions.

Beauty, as I see it, is a subjective measure of the ratio between how complex a thing naïvely appears to be, and how complex it actually is to define. If you work with this definition, then the beauty of fractals (which use self-similarity to be easily defined but infinitely complex), of people with faces containing common ratios and close to the average face, and of elegant solutions or descriptions, which completely encompass a difficult problem succinctly, can be appreciated.

Art, on the other hand, does not need to be beautiful, and the beautiful is not necessarily art. I believe the fundamental essence of art to be in communicating the abstract in a concrete way. The abstract can encompass thoughts or feelings, whether it is just as mundane as "I wish I were there", or profound enough to completely alter your worldview. The requirement that it be concrete is something that I consider important, because art should not require an explanation, and instead it should invite the observer to expand the concrete back to the abstract form.

I've been deliberately as abstract in my definitions as I can be to avoid having to add exceptions; it might be too broad, but I don't think it's too narrow.

 

[Coolydudey]

Three places:
Music.
Thoughts or phrases that I concoct in my head, which I generally keep to myself.
For fleeting moments, maths.