To live in the truth maybe the highest that a human being can achieve and it will always bring confrontation with the established order- whether this is the society in which we live, the religious group to which we belong or the government that claims to speak for us. Because truth cannot be confined within these groups it always seeks to break free and to bring light to a dark and murky world.
-Peter Vardy’s: What is truth?, University of new south wales press, 1999
A perfect work of art will be one in which the content is important and significant to all men, and therefore it will be moral. The expression will be quite clear, intelligible to all, and therefore beautiful; the author’s relation to his work will be altogether sincere and heartfelt and therefore true.
-Terry Diffey
Choosing existence within normality, receives confinement of reality.
– Bradley Paul Andrews
Happiness is only real, when shared.
– Christopher John McCandless
I look up at the sky, wondering if I’ll catch a glimpse of kindness there, but I don’t. All I see are indifferent summer clouds drifting over the Pacific. And they have nothing to say to me. Clouds are always taciturn. I probably shouldn’t be looking up at them. What I should be looking at is inside of me. Like staring down into a deep well. Can I see kindness there? No, all I see is my own nature. My own individual, stubborn, uncooperative often self-centered nature that still doubts itself – – that, when troubles occur, tries to find something funny, or something nearly funny, about the situation. I’ve carried this character around like an old suitcase, down a long, dusty path. I’m not carrying it because I like it. The contents are too heavy, and it looks crummy, fraying in spots. I’ve carried it with me because there was nothing else I was supposed to carry. Still, I guess I have grown attached to it. As you might expect.
-Haruki Murakami- What I talk about when I talk about running
Is a circle an object of confinement or is normality an idea to separate oneself to live.
– Bradley Paul Andrews
A segment of my body represents a piece upon the world- somewhat like its own initial language.
– Bradley Paul Andrews
The body as the unconscious. The body as mind. Landscape as the body. The mind as landscape. The dissolution of the self in the breakdown of inside/outside. The skin as conceptual membrane. Pain as knowledge. Pain as beauty. Satisfaction as stupification (as catatonia). The mortification of the appetites.
-Bill Viola, note, 1 January 1987
Distance and nearness are attributes of bodies. The journeyings of spirits are after another sort. You journeyed from the embryo state to rationality without footsteps or stages or change of place. The journey of the soul involves not time and place. And my body learnt from the soul its mode of journeying. Now my body has renounced the bodily mode of journeying. It journeys secretly and without form, though under a form.
– Jallaludin Rumi, The Masnavi
(extracted in Robert Violette ed., Bill Viola, Reasons for knocking at an Empty House, London 1995)
The world ain’t all sunshine and rainbows. It’s a very mean and nasty place and I don’t care how tough you are it will beat you to your knees and keep you there permanently if you let it. You, me, or nobody is gonna hit as hard as life. But it ain’t about how hard ya hit. It’s about how hard you can get hit and keep moving forward. How much you can take and keep moving forward. That’s how winning is done.
-Sylvester Stallone
Vision as reception
Vision as reflection
Vision as projection
-Bill Viola, note 1986
When I stand before God at the end of my life, I would hope that I would not have a single bit of talent left, and could say, ‘I used everything you gave me’.
-Erma Bombeck
I put my heart and my soul into my work, and have lost my mind in the process.
-Vincent Van Gogh