Seeing two, when there is only one.
'An artistic discovery occurs each time as a new and unique image of the world, a hieroglyphic of absolute truth...'
'a timeless and insatiable longing for the spiritual, the ideal...'
'I simply cannot believe that an artist can ever work for the sake of 'self-expression'. Self-expression is meaningless unless it meets with a response...'
'..for thought is brief, but the image is absolute...'
'You remain for ever under the spell of its beauty and of your initial rapture...'
A few words, out of context, fragments that glimmer, open a way. Simple words. "It's" beauty, and "your" rapture..the meeting of beauty with an idea, of beauty with the self. And: "initial" rapture, as if the stone thrown in the pond produces a dynamic equilibrium, broken circles, each circle an area of concentration, attentiveness, interpenetrating the other; the point, the centre of everything.
A frog jumps into a pond
Splash!
Silence again.
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