Listen to the silence. […] Silence will speak more to you in a day than the world of voices can teach you in a lifetime.*
What then is art? Nothing simple, that is certain. And it is even harder to find amid the shouts of so many people intent on simplifying everything.**
I cannot lurch straight into the noise, how hide myself in the familiar. I must find some asymmetry, a place for finding what I do not yet see, what I do not yet feel, what I cannot yet do. A place to imagine.
Why do we imagine? Is it because it is where we feel most alive? Where the promise of some better world yet unimagined is still to be found? Where simply is discarded for engrossing?
‘The artist constantly lives in such a state of ambiguity, incapable of negating the really and yet eternally bound to question it in its eternally unfinished aspects.’**