It occurs to me that when I speak or write it is a man speaking. But when I attempt a visual expression as in my art it is not me reaching out to other men and therefore not really any kind of communique or colloquialism. It is me attempting to recall what could have been known had we not begun to confound ourselves with words. Words will never infuse us with wisdom - not that images will; but I do believe they can get me closer to feeling what true paradise is - recognizing, of course it can only be found through God, release of most human distractions and temporarily death.
No comments:
Post a Comment