Perhaps I am doomed to retrace my steps under the illusion that I am exploring, doomed to try and learn what I should simply recognize, learning a mere fraction of what I have forgotten.
The man that cannot visualize a horse galloping
on a tomato is an idiot.
Leave Dada ....
Leave your hopes and fears.
Leave your children in the woods.
Leave the substance for the shadow.
Leave your easy life, leave what you are given for the future.
Set off on the roads.
No rules exist, and examples are simply life-savers answering the
appeals of rules making vain attempts to exist.
-André Breton (at different moments)
I echo here...
Art, then, is an elaborate dance around something you can’t make.
Add a muffled boom and a ring of smoke appearing at the bottom of the cartoon canyon.
A welcome to those of you over from BOOKWORK... I'm not posting there any more, I've come to realize it's as though I am putting guest into two different rooms...