Me — old and young, rich and poor, wise and fool, loner and social, universal and detached, free and prisoner… Struck blind and deaf, emigrating from myself, I took the pathway to intuition.
I paint, I write, and simultaneously the mystery reveals itself through my invisible partner; there are two of us, as I discovered in my old dream. Apparently, one takes on himself the chains of reality, the second one acts in the domain of the unknown (intuition). Remember that what you create is, in the first place, a gift from yourself to yourself. Meaningless things become loaded with historical meaning if you engage them.
Probably your past is a part of your inspiration. Your past goes away from you. You from your past – never.
Intuition is organic. My mind draws the essence from society. My body lives in time; my mind in time and space. Wasted life? Happy life? Not a matter for statistics; only the immediate counts. Doom is fast; only insomniac nights are slow. I have no control over the existence of life nor over the outcome of life. The stone exists through its mass, its weight, its aspect, but it is not alive. Life manifests itself through its activity. Certain practices of Yoga, Zen, try to combine the qualities of mind, body, and stone.
#103 Howling to the Moon 3, excerpt, January-February 2008