Society seeks stability, the artist—infinity.
We have driven ourselves sane. In all our sterility and complicity we have lost the ability to express ourselves truthfully. The interconnected cultures and collective memory of our past crumble like sand as we raise monuments to momentary profit and spectacular, but fake imagery. We have lost touch with the real and far more fascinating imagery that envelopes our sleep and haunts our monotonous waking lives. All the great artists of our era are stifled…
