Is everyday aesthetics actually a form of resistance, or is it just a comforting balm to counter the guilt we feel when we act aesthetically in an ugly and cruel world?
In the case of our garden, we encounter a local object of interest, where neighbors or other people passing by, stop and admire it. My mother feels so proud, because she devotes much of her spare time in that labor of pure enjoyment. Her garden has its own distinctive phenomenology, in which nature made obedient to her visual norms; roses are in the center of the big gardens, accompanied with other smaller flowers, planted close to the garden frames. In other places in the yard, there are big clay pots that host trees or small pots with colorful flowers.
Some of our daily activities require aesthetic attention, such as choosing which clothes to wear and putting them on in a certain way. Mendelson points out that cloth “is an astonishingly fertile means of expression for our aspirations to beauty, sociability, and individuality in our lives.” 1