Art is not only made from things that “spark joy.” Art is also made out of what is ugly or repulsive to us. Part of the artist’s job is to help today up the place, to make order out of chaos, to turn trash into treasure, to show us beauty where we can’t see it.*
There are two Greek words that can mean “joint.” The first is arthron. “The arthron connecting the hand and arm is the wrist,” says Aristotle. […] The second word, harmos, also means a joint in the body […] but more commonly denotes the joints made by artisans: the mason building a wall, the shipwright fitting planks, the metal worker soldering a seam, the carpenter fastening a door – all these craftsmen are making harmoi.**
There are flexible joints and fixed joints, but no joint is permanent, immovable, all can be separated, and tricksters are those who exploit these points.
They’re the ars or artists who work at the joints to create something new, often making things worse first of all – at least for those who want nothing to be tampered with – before finding something new to bring into being.
Not this or that, but the other thing we hadn’t imagined before.