[b]Joan Miro
You can look at a picture for a week and never think of it again. You can also look at the picture for a second and think of it all your life. [/b]
Why would anyone look at a picture for a week?
The painting rises from the brushstrokes as a poem rises from the words. The meaning comes later.
Or, as likely as not, lack of meaning.
A simple line painted with the brush can lead to freedom and happiness.
And a simple word written here?
If you have any notion of where you are going, you will never get anywhere.
Unless, perhaps, you live in the real world.
When I stand before a canvas, I never know what I’ll do, and I am the first one surprised at what comes out.
Sounds more like something he’d like us to believe.
For me an object is something living. This cigarette or this box of matches contains a secret life much more intense than that of certain human beings.
Fortunately for us, few philosophers are likely to agree.