We should have taken our chances back then, when we were young and beautiful and didn’t even know it.
It is necessary … for a man to go away by himself … to sit on a rock … and ask, ‘Who am I, where have I been, and where am I going?
It is true that the sky was always beautiful but I don’t remember marvelling at sunset or gazing at the dawn of a new day. Survival does not allow time for poetic reflection.
Even as a kid, I read Jung – Reflections and Individuation In Fairy Tales; all the inner circle of Jung was a real huge thing for me.
It is strange to reflect how much energy is thrown away in attempting to know the unknowable.
I realized that my circumstances, while causing me despair and heartbreak, also held great possibility, if only I could see it. I knew that I was learning one of the most important lessons of my life: that instead of waiting for the perfect opportunity, I should work toward a realization that every opportunity is perfect. Each moment is perfect and heaven-sent, in that each moment holds the seeds for growth. Difficulty creates the opportunity for self-reflection and compassion.
Difficulty creates the opportunity for self-reflection and compassion.
I think a lot of self-identity and inner-personal development is hampered by consumerism and capitalism because we see ourselves as a reflection of the TV, rather than as a reflection of the people who are around us, truly.
We live in an era of consumerism and it’s all about desire – based consumerism and it has nothing to do with things we actually need. What do you actually need? Food, clothing and shelter. Everything else is entertainment. It’s just the idea that we’re so wasteful. I think a lot of self – identity and inner – personal development is hampered by consumerism and capitalism because we see ourselves as a reflection of the TV, rather than as a reflection of the people who are around us, truly.
The tarot card ‘The Tower’ seemed a chilling reflection of the events of September 11, 2001.
Dialogic is not to be identified with love. But love without dialogic, without real outgoing to the other, reaching to the other, the love remaining with itself – this is called Lucifer.
My works were designed to amuse, annoy, bewilder, mystify and inspire reflection.