on A-rt = A(lean)-rt ?

I desire to know : can we know what art will look like for unknown unknowns?

And to gain information on this query , I shall do an experiment. I want to find out if I can barter my art for art from an alien culture ( as in , quite generally : a conscious entity that we presume must exist somewhere in time and space but do not know if it is here , now , or has interest in communicating ).

Now, I am fully appreciative and understanding that our earth culture generally is immature as economy and social structure and hence any guests may be hesitant to share alien technology - as , just as one example , we don't have in place our proper safely toggles canvassing mission statements of all talent via automated consensus mechanisms ( as introduced in an earlier post ). This experiment is assuming that such art , from any guests , can be made or considered safe ( hence : no alien porn , in this experiment , at least , for now - maybe later this could be of interest ) and thus can be shared appropriately ( and I assume our pitiful art - extrapolating from mine - to be bartered and generously accepted in return is rather naive and harmless indeed ).

But furthermore, I will also have the task of whether I , or others , can recognize art as alien in origins : a challenge I look eagerly forward to exercising ( as win/win , like a day spent walking in the forest ).

So, please , anticipate this experiment unfolding in the next while in a series of posts as I test an Art Economy that could serve as prototype for our bartering , safely , among cultures for concepts of interest to all Agents involved.

PS Now, motivations for our guests ( from up , down , or sideways ) is always an interesting speculation among us and holly-wooded fodder of many a disaster : we are a species so close to our evolutionary tools that were necessary to pull ourselves from the muck and thus still with the nightmares of their invoking.

I relax , however , as I look around. Any 'visitor' may even long call this home , too , and , furthermore , fast food and presevervatives and those better-lifed chemicals galore permeate many of our corporal ships and thus , our fleet per se seems itself of paltry interest. You see , I purplessly don't feed my pigs slops , as many good thrifty folks might here , for example , in the otherwise sensible , rural New England. Carrot apealings a plenty , indeed , but no delights of swirling tator tots in a chocolate milk sea of cafeteria detritus ; for you see , I enjoy my pigs in the flesh as I watch their behaviours and learn on us & as well in the flesh , sacrificed and cherished as sustenance and best as grilled over an open fire under the stars that seem to tell stories. But only as I am so yet so early in my evolution ( and my body so wracked and ravaged of time that even my belated fermented flailings not likely to tempt a connoisseur - so I will go and barter first as I must anyway - as I am a firm believer that those who live by the sword, rightly risk dying by same ).

6:42 AM December 1, 20/20 JSM