" all collections are art, at least for the person that assembles them " Susan Hiller
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Saturday, 11 August 2012
Tuesday, 10 July 2012
Monday, 9 July 2012
He was enthralled to have found the strength that brings serenity, to have overcome ambition, or at least to have set it aside, ambition which lessons the pleasure of being human and inserts a timidity into every thought of it. Honors and esteem - by all means let others enjoy them.
Something about Goethe, Robert Walser, Speaking to the Rose, Writings, 1912 - 1932
Sunday, 27 May 2012
Sunday, 20 May 2012
John Clare "I am"
I am—yet what I am none cares or knows;
My friends forsake me like a memory lost:
I am the self-consumer of my woes—
They rise and vanish in oblivion’s host,
Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes
And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossed
I am the self-consumer of my woes—
They rise and vanish in oblivion’s host,
Like shadows in love’s frenzied stifled throes
And yet I am, and live—like vapours tossed
Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life or joys,
But the vast shipwreck of my life’s esteems;
Even the dearest that I loved the best
Are strange—nay, rather, stranger than the rest.
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life or joys,
But the vast shipwreck of my life’s esteems;
Even the dearest that I loved the best
Are strange—nay, rather, stranger than the rest.
I long for scenes where man hath never trod
A place where woman never smiled or wept
There to abide with my Creator, God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept,
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie
The grass below—above the vaulted sky.
A place where woman never smiled or wept
There to abide with my Creator, God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept,
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie
The grass below—above the vaulted sky.
John Clare
A man sets out to draw the world. As the years go by, he peoples a space with images of provinces, kingdoms, mountains, bays, ships , islands, fishes, rooms, instrument, stars, horses and individuals. A short time before he dies, he discovers that the patient labyrinth of lines traces the lineaments of his own face.
Jorge Luis Borges
Jorge Luis Borges
Tuesday, 4 October 2011
Interiority is indeed the key
to the mentality of the authentic Outsider,
whose work is predominately shaped
by musing and imagining.
It is in this sense that the artwork
asserts its existence, first and foremost,
as a refuge,
a defensive citadel
an intimate nest
from Inner Worlds Outside exhibition catalogue
to the mentality of the authentic Outsider,
whose work is predominately shaped
by musing and imagining.
It is in this sense that the artwork
asserts its existence, first and foremost,
as a refuge,
a defensive citadel
an intimate nest
from Inner Worlds Outside exhibition catalogue
Whitechapel Gallery
Its when a man finds himself alone,
sinking into boredom,
when he cannot count on any sort of distraction
or pleasure coming from outside himself,
that the conditions are ripe
for the emergence within him
of an impulse to construct entirely
independently and exploiting
his own own personal use
Jean Dubuffet
sinking into boredom,
when he cannot count on any sort of distraction
or pleasure coming from outside himself,
that the conditions are ripe
for the emergence within him
of an impulse to construct entirely
independently and exploiting
his own own personal use
Jean Dubuffet
Sunday, 22 May 2011
Few are made for independence - it is a privilege of the strong. And he who attempts it, having the completest right to it but without being compelled to, thereby proves that he is probably not only strong but also daring to the point of recklessness. He ventures into a labyrinth, he multiplies by a thousand the dangers which life as such already brings with it, not the smallest of which is that no one can behold how and where he goes astray, is cut off from others, and is torn to pieces limb from limb by some cave minotaur of conscience. If such one is destroyed, it takes place so far from the understanding of men that they neither feel it nor sympathize - and he can no longer go back! He can no longer go back even to pity of men!
Friedrich Nietzsche
Friedrich Nietzsche
Saturday, 21 May 2011
Friday, 20 May 2011
Solitary people: Some people are so used to solitude with themselves that they never compare themselves to others, but spin forth their monologue of a life in a calm joyous mood, holding good conversations with themselves, even laughing.
Thus one must grant certain men their solitude and not be silly enough, as often happens, to pity them for it.
Friedrich Nietzsche
Thus one must grant certain men their solitude and not be silly enough, as often happens, to pity them for it.
Friedrich Nietzsche
Thursday, 5 May 2011
'Such said', Nekayah, " is the state of life, that none such are happy but by the anticipation of change: the change itself is nothing: when we have made it, the next wish is to change again.
The world is not yet exhausted; let me see something to-morrow which i never saw before"
The History of Rasselas, Prince of Abyssinia by Samuel Johnson
The world is not yet exhausted; let me see something to-morrow which i never saw before"
The History of Rasselas, Prince of Abyssinia by Samuel Johnson
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