Distant screams… they leave me cold. What to give and what to hold? Wandering along the river, reflections of a past long lost, a future unclear in the impenetrable fog. The days we mourn are today’s scorn. Cut. Away. None of it seems possible but if we were to leap into that fog where nothing can […]Read more "The unknown: assumed evil"
The abstract and minimalist finds itself under attack from people who think it lacks detail and the intellect of its inventor to make something more complex out of it. Complexity, one might think, is the peak of human achievement, baroque therefore is worth so much more than cubism. The opposite, however, is true. Picasso used to […]Read more "In defense of the abstract"
The glass is there. Right in front of me. The ice cube that I just dropped in my drink is already slowly melting, fusing itself with the amber liquid inside. Swirling my drink in my hand now, it all becomes so clear: the minute you touch something, it cannot be pure anymore. Everything is exposed […]Read more "The danger of preservation (Amber Liquid)"