Summary of my thesis
In a couple of months ago, I’ve completed my thesis. In the thesis, for every chapters there is an epigraph. When all of them are combined together, they perfectly point out the debates and issues of my thesis. They also open to more… Here are they:
Epigraph is a phrase, quotation, or poem that is set at the beginning of a document or component (via wikipedia).
For introduction chapter:
One can even shout out through refuse. . .
— Kurt Schwitters, Kurt Schwitters, 1985
For chapter “Trash in Culture and Theory”:
Anger is nothing compared to garbage:
Garbage eats anger for breakfast.
It eats all of us in the end.
— Priscilla Uppal, “Uncle Fernando’s Garbage Triptych”
For chapter “Trash (in) Art”:
One day, in a rubbish heap, I found an old bicycle seat lying beside a rusted handlebar, and my mind instantly linked them together. I assembled these two objects, which everyone then recognized as a bull’s head. The metamorphosis was accomplished, and I wish another metamorphosis would occur in the reverse sense. If my bull’s head were thrown in a junk heap, perhaps one
day some boy would say, “Here’s something that would make a good handlebar for my bicycle!”
— Pablo Picasso, Trashformations, 1998
For chapter “Notebooks from Trashed Papers”:
The first question I ask myself when something doesn’t seem to be beautiful is why do I think it’s not beautiful? And very shortly you discover that there is no reason. If we can conquer that dislike, or begin to like what we did dislike, then the world is more open. That path — of increasing one’s enjoyment of life — is the path, I think, we all best take: to use art not as self-expression, but as self-alteration; to become more open.
— John Cage, Wild Art, 2013
Lastly for the conclusion:
If I seem to be over-interested in junk, it is because I am, and I have a lot of it, too — half a garage full of bits and broken pieces. I use these things for repairing other things. . . But it can be seen that I do have a genuine and almost miserly interest in worthless objects. My excuse is that in this era of planned obsolescence, when a thing breaks I can usually find something in my collection to repair it — a toilet, or a motor, or a lawn mower. But I guess the truth is that I simply like junk.
— John Steinbeck, Travels with Charley, 1962
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