Here are the titles, written down: the passing of time, a selfish, desperate and vain attempt to preserve a flickering self in a vacuum, love for life and living, growing old.
Here’s a sentence about how I make art.
Here’s a sentence about why I do it.
Here’s a sentence about how my art is related to other people, how it draws on them and on me, how it is created and how it lives between people.
This sentence will ask if art is like a mirror in front of humanity.
The last sentence will bluntly say that everyday cooking at home is life as I recognize it.
I write these sentences, purify them layer by layer and write them again in a simpler form. What is left behind is this banal pair of concepts: lust for life and fear of death. But more significant, lust for life.
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