Tag: Making Art

I think this is the simple truth: for me, art is an impossibility when set within a landscape of crisis. Art requires room to breathe, room to feel. If The soul is cramped, nothing wondrous there can grow. I’m not saying that life has to be some sort of panacea. Strife, anger, fear, lust, joy,…

At the core of any Art practice there is a hard kernel of mysticism. An ineffable and irreducible something. It is inscrutable to logic and words. This “thing” is implied (and not a thing at all), but not grasped, by ideas like: gestalt, nous, and the apeiron. That “thing”  is both irrational, and the source…