traces here, traces there…ok, we are already enlightened. now traces are everywhere and everywhere is the light, and we all are nowhere again, lost in comprehension.
so, keep trying to explain what art is ..teaching us about the laundry detergent oeuvre…or the utopian future where sketchers haven’t got a pencil in the bag, but an installation.
Sure, my friend, tetris might be everywhere.
But trough the filter of some states of mind, all shapes spring to a thrill. A Meaning fills all squares, undoing the straightness – weaken your will.
That’s the clear view of today, and the focus of tonight. Brighter turn all colors, and burned out the beings.