The headlines tell us we are living through a historic time, but this seems a promise—a consolation prize of sorts—as from moment to moment I feel lost in time. It is as if time has ceased to move forward at all. The historical event promised to us comes from imagining ourselves on the other side …
Tag: Matisse
Matisse
Matisse condenses the air – the light is form, the dark is form. What one would pass through is solid while concrete things are but interrupted flickerings; chains of lines flattened onto fields of bright color.