Fabricated in the socius, art is only sustained by itself. This is because each work produced possesses a double finality: to insert itself into a social network which will either appropriate it or reject it, and to celebrate, once again, the Universe of art, as such, precisely because it is always in danger of collapsing.
Form: Generally associated with the philosophies of Plato and Aristotle. For Plato (in whose philosophy the word Form is capitalized) everything which exists in the physical or conceptual world is in some way dependent on Forms, which exist independently of the world, but are the models (essences, universals, archetypes) of all reality. Forms are eternal and unchangeable and the ultimate object of all traditional (Platonic) philosophizing. For Aristotle, forms are also the essences of things, but they exist in things and are not independent of them. The form of an object and its function are ultimately related.
Forming: When teaching, the tension she felt from studying and dreaming all night would be so intense, she couldn't talk. She had always loathed talking, anyway. It was a complete violation of her way of life. What she experienced was an intense stage fright except it didn't show on her as stage fright, but rather as a terrific intensity about everything she did. ("Forcefield up," said Mona.)
Still she didn't stop studying all night. She knew that if she was thinking about all the ways and means of analytic knife cuts, someone else had. So she went back to her texts and chessboards and window-flected knight visions.
Forms of expression or regimes of signs can be taken and from them particle-signs can be exacted that are no longer formalized but instead constitute unformed traits capable of combining with one another. This is the height of abstraction, but also the moment at which abstraction becomes real; everything operates through abstract-real machines (which have names and dates). One can abstract forms of content but one must simultaneously abstract forms of expression; for what is retained of each is only unformed traits. That is why an abstract machine that would operate purely on the basis of language is an absurdity.
Furthermore, each of us is the sum we have not counted: subtract us into nakedness and knight and you shall see begin in Crete four thousand years ago the love that ended yesterday north of the 64th.