Imagination is oxygen for the brain
the most beautiful dreams; the monsters in
your worst nightmares and fears; the frozen
moments inside your memory that won’t pass
on; the bouncing words of all the texts you
read, heard, wrote and said; the images
dancing on throbbing rhythms in your head:
everything is real, credible, legitimate and
relevant, everything is reality.
What it boils down to is to encounter it all with
the highest possible level of elegance
and materiality. Art is about exception and
celebrating diversity, an alternative evolution.
Like Darwin himself was the exception.
After his extensive description and drawings of
the Galápagos Islands they are no longer
considered hell on earth but a wondrous
Art as a place where you can be who you are,
become what you want and discover what you
are capable of; to find that intuition is the
instinct to transform outside oneself.
Realizing the distance another planet radiates is
extremely attractive and to recognize man can
be the source from which count Dracula drinks
and baron Frankenstein creates.
A work of art doesn’t fulfil an efficient need but
creates a desire and passion that, once
awakened, cannot be tamed. It absorbs both
morals as well as the artist. Talking art is like
infatuated lovers discussing love before they
kiss; like birds writing music before they sing