Art is the reflection of the artist in the Well of Wishes
A good art grasps the spirit of the times (time and place) with its fingernails, and the spirit of the creative artist, and rises up into the realm of nothingness, leaving the viewer, who looks far below, looking up in amazement.
1. Every artist has his own way of experiencing art. Art is one of the great metaphysical things and their erasure is in the small details. But the secret of good art is that it is always a little out of reach of the artist so that his fingertips touch nothing but touch her but never close her grip. This is usually the old art that should have been respected and appreciated as a viewer but not as an artist and an artist will always aspire to be the avant-garde spearhead of the cultural and even spiritual camp.
2. The personal experience of the artist is the experience of searching and courtship. Few people have lived together with the Muse. These are the people of the Renaissance, the people of the clusters … the sages of the generation … the forerunners of tomorrow, who may even have been born from tomorrow to the present, to show a way to educate and inspire the desert generation to which they were born.
3. The life and work of a quality artist are intertwined in the struggle between an informed choice of the creative process of ecstasy and the sense of drift after the currents of inspiration. In both cases of choice or failure to make far-reaching presentations about the process of growth, development, and maturation of the artist as an artist. Sometimes wisdom comes only after the fact.
4. The artist, like every person among his people he lives with, the artist’s people is artists and art is his town and this is his beit midrash from which he draws his joys and hopes … and almost every artist has such a “town” even if it is in his mind, as a child or in a previous incarnation. This is one of the explanations of the attraction of any artist to other periods and artists in his time and before his time. Lonely are clean boards who are not influenced by others, learn only what they had under their hands and immediately, like a Tibetan monk, sweep the creation of colored sand back to its foundations and cosmic components.
5. The life of an artist, and especially his history, is not the same as that of another person. His history is examined and counted only at the points touched by the inspiration.