Everything that is dead quivers. Not only the things of poetry, stars, moon, wood, flowers, but even a white trouser button glittering out of a puddle in the street… Everything has a secret soul, which is silent more often than it speaks. ― Wassily Kandinsky
Beauty has no other origin than a wound, unique, different for each person, hidden or visible, that everyone keeps in himself, that he preserves and to which he withdraws when he wants to leave the world for a temporary but profound solitude. – Jean Genet, Fragments of the Artwork. (Stanford University Press; 1 edition, April… Continue reading Jean Genet
Words and rocks contain a language that follows a syntax of splits and ruptures. Look at any word long enough and you will see it open up into a series of faults, into a terrain of particles each containing its own void. — Robert Smithson, Robert Smithson: The Collected Writings. (University of California Press; Revised… Continue reading Robert Smithson
The great mystery is not that we should have been thrown down here at random between the profusion of matter and that of the stars; it is that from our very prison we should draw, from our own selves, images powerful enough to deny our own nothingness. — André Malraux
The Vale of Soul-Making 