There's a big difference between being influenced by a painting in a way that can't be properly expressed to others and not being able to say what a painting is.
Hah! This explains a lot to me. What I was referring to was being the one creating the painting, not the one interpreting the artist! Very revealing. Thank you for that understanding of which side of the canvas you are standing on. You chose that side of the canvas, rather than the other as the default position.
I am saying the
artist is the one who is expressing the inexpressible from within himself! He uses the medium because it speaks where words cannot for him. It expresses a sense of the ineffable that a mere description of an object cannot. He is not describing a tree. He is describing the being of a tree, the presense felt or impressed upon him as it stands there, towering and speaking of the ages which inspires in his own soul the greatness of being itself, himself rooted in the earth, in the clouds, in the universe, his heart and soul felt singing back to him through this life that stands before him. He paints, and in the painting is expressed this inexpressible. And those who have a heart as his, feel his voice in the image he paints, and it transport them within themselves to the place of the heart and soul.
And then you look at it as say, "It's a tree. He saw a tree and painted a tree. A tree is real. We can all see a tree. He is very skilled with a brush. Nice colors. It's a tree."
So, there you go. It has nothing to do with being rational. It has to do with being open to the world and the self with the heart. What did the artist really paint? A tree, or God? You see a tree, others see God.
Establishing that "Starry Night" actually exists and has a particular real form comes *before* a conversation about how the painting makes you feel.
And you don't think the words the mystics speaks don't have a real form? They are words, and just like paint on canvas, they are form. It's what is expressed in the form that you object to. You see, to you, when you look at Starry Night you see it is about stars. Others see it is about Beauty expressing the ineffable. You just don't like the interpretations. And you blame them for not being "rational" about it!
Too funny.
I might not be able to question you if you say "I was deeply touched the last time I saw the Bolshoi Ballet perform in New York", but I can reject what you say if you tell me "I was deeply touched the last time I saw the Bolshoi Ballet perform at the bottom of the Marianas trench." Whatever you were touched by, it wasn't the Bolshoi at the bottom of an ocean trench.
Who the hell is saying anything like this? Not me. Point me to where I have misstated facts. Strawman argument here?
Just because you have a hard-to-communicate reaction to something doesn't mean that the thing itself can't be described at all.
To your satisfaction of your mode of thought and criteria for validity? I doubt that. It can't be contained within that limited of a box.
All of this is fine if you see the world in 100 different colors. But others who see trillions of colors are not insane. They just have a different type of awareness and can perceive what there all the time. But our languages have not been developed around such awareness, and so speaking of it is like trying to use boxes to portray wind.