i get by on blinks of life brilliance—torn paper, the content eyes of a cow, how it feels to soar, avocados—and am constantly wondering how to fill in the cracks with those things that best make up life, those colored stones.
this blog is dedicated to images, ideas, and written words that i think do this job just fine.
disclaimer: most of the posts here were not created by me, though some were.
One writes out of one thing only — one’s own experience. Everything depends on how relentlessly one forces from this experience the last drop, sweet or bitter, it can possibly give. This is the only real concern of the artist, to recreate out of the disorder of life that order which is art.