Another week goes by with my poor little brain engaged in intellectual activity that requires me to read. I have to read to supplement the writing on freedom of speech as it relates to Zizek, my new favourite philosopher and Jung and his ideas around the collective unconscious. All of this has to be done by next week so that I can board the big tin can, floating precariously on that deep ocean, to draw. I am going to be so lonely, I am dreading it.
“The canary bird in the coal mine theory of the arts: artists should be treasured as alarm systems.”
My blog, a thought or two