© 2019 Shawn Becker 

DEAR PHILOSOPHER

Art is a socialized object.

Socialized

as in, we all agree I am Canadian I have a name for the mind to hold.

Object

as in, the wordless and nameless outside of the mind becoming useful to the mind.

Socialized object 

as in, after we call tree tree and turn it to pulp and then stamp, after we call copper copper and cyanide cyanide and turn them to phthalo blue inking the stamp, we all agree its worth 35 cents towards sending a letter. A stamp is money or country or nostalgia or rarity.

On the stamp, our mind sees a Canada Goose.   

The stamp does not tell us what is useful to the Goose, only what is useful to the mind. What words and images, dead to everything but the mind, can hold a place in the mind for all the living?

Your truly,

The Artist