In my neighborhood. I have kept my unfamiliar clothes I find myself in. They are at your disposal if you ever need something soothing and different to wear. Omens of my impending departure are in the air.
“Complexity or simplicity? Which is true viewed through the medium of art? Many works enlarge and extend themselves further towards the unexpected via patterns of both. But there often is a sense of stress from which the only relief is further, perhaps forced, participation.” (page 199)
Here’s what they say: his only job is to be an impartial witness. And I heard two American scientists in a muddled conversation about small children and setting them free, a conversation that inevitably happened. All I was bound to do was lead a charge against the hopeless and sultry in the extreme, and that seemed to me an ineffective monument to a lost epoch.
“Our existence can be more in the love of beauty, and seeking it in the contemplation of a single object. Isolation from the world does not come into question any more than any feeling of how much we may observe under close arrest.” (page 29)
It was a most unexpected transformation: my aura shone almost as brightly as a shriek of laughter, and it gave me a treasured peace of mind that was so necessary. It was as though a layer of turquoise varnish had been covering me with self-consciousness.
“A single idea can be coexistent with a thought in reference to the frame or canvas. I am thinking of the unit as a matter of proportion when the amount of space allowed the unit has the dimensions of the only thing that remains to engage us.” (page 211)
What paradigm will emerge as rock-tombs freeze? Will it continue along existing lines of inquiry or return to earlier dress with the utmost luxury. This is a small glass of wine with a whimpering sense of suffering perhaps.
“Art history is, in this respect, like a meteor rubbed smooth with the air of collaborative discourse while lightning flashed. Many artists have been applauded by kind and sanguine critics, and this has encouraged them to persevere proprioceptively, refusing answerability.” (page 211)
I have announced new measures to prevent undocumented migrants entering the fine thread of my mainstream thoughts, while signifying that on that darkening water I lay beside myself with anxiety.
“Effects in the arts are seen beneath the surface of our society, but, as was said a moment ago, it sometimes seems to be supposed that the dynamics of youth cultures are designed to function as a temporary substitute for the effects of light and shade, whereby bright features are correspondent to the ideological status quo.” (page 187)
Write something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview.