When we are no longer children we are already dead
Imagination, Children, Fantasy
When you see a fish you don't think of its scales, do you? You think of its speed, its floating, flashing body seen through the water. Well, I've tried to express just that. If I made fins and eyes and scales, I would arrest its movement, give a pattern or shape of reality. I want just the flash of its spirits.
Art
La simplicité est la complexité résolue.
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