Wes Anderson’s art as the refinding of lost objects. Also Nabokov and Joseph Cornell.
Beautiful art by Samuel J Bland, digital collages composed from google image searches. Lacking intuition, the algorithm finds surreal patterns in mundane images. Mechanism in the articulation of a stuffed woodcock, the echo of a tiger from a fuzzy orange object in a plastic bag, these images percolate up through the digital froth of images and haunt these other, everyday objects, visual ghosts.
As I wrote before, when we imagine alternative/artificial intelligences, we tend to fixate on symbolic consciousness (i.e., the Turing Test) at the expense of what Lacan calls the imaginary, that layer of consciousness closer to animal ethology and the machinic. Consciousness emerges not just out of language, but out of a constant processing of images and environmental stimuli. Give the AI sense, then engage in a constant and distributed Turin reality-testing (Turin avec Freud), and see what emerges.
Un autre événement important est contenu dans ce livre, dans la préface d’Elisabeth Roudinesco : pour la première fois, une historienne éminente de la psychanalyse reconnaît la relation homosexuelle qui a existé entre Anna Freud et Dorothy Burlingham.
And, to accent that fact, Sigmund Freud accepted their companionship as a form of family.