Perhaps you do not notice it immediately. The colours, the liveliness that offen distinguishes them, can in fact lead astray, but then you understand how the idea of measure, the sense of relationships, the definition of every element, everything in these works is indissolubly tied to the thought that conceived them.
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ETERNAL ACTIVITY WITHOUT ACTION
All kinds of haste,
albeit towards what is good,
betrays some mental disorder.
Objects are projections of desire,
images of a battle.
Works of art do not change
based upon who purveys them.
A little more buzz, the noise of life enters. It is like the shutters of a room allowing rays of light to penetrate through, when outside it is day but those inside crave the quiet and silence of the dark. You have to let some time pass. Stay crouched down. Recover yourself. Re-enter. And let the kaleidoscopic succession of forms, colours and sounds slip by.
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Vision in being.
