“I allow everyone to think as they please, so long as I am left to think as I please; and in any case, those who are capable of freeing themselves from prejudice hardly need to be preached at” Denis Diderot.
It's been a hard few months what with one thing and another. When the going got really tough I turned to philosophy, as in the moments of violently competing views and the clashing of horns, I had nothing else to hold onto other than the fact that over the centuries others had encountered the same issue. It seems to me that freedom of expression and belief does not exist in the form we would like it to and often freedom of expression is only held by those in power. With deep careful thought, and the making of images, artists can speak loudly too and perhaps our method of communicating can get under the skin and have a deeper and more profound impact than thuggery or intimidation.
Art reminds me of that dreadful drug I was given in October, one tiny little pill changed my mood, energy levels, temperature and life, for months and months.
“The canary bird in the coal mine theory of the arts: artists should be treasured as alarm systems.”
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