Art should create a kind of productive discomfort.
The world is full of magic things, patiently waiting for our senses to grow sharper.
A picture held us captive. And we could not get outside it, for it lay in our language and language seemed to repeat it to us inexorably.
Our descendants will achieve thins that will amaze us, yet a portion of what they will create could have been made with today’s materials and tools if we had had the imagination. Think bigger.
I’m just paying my rent every day in the tower of song.
Forgetting is more powerful than despair.