It’s deceptive that Artworks are considered the natural expression of an idea.
Making a decision undergoes a genesis which is blind. Without visible form, not- image.
Therefore, paradoxically, mental pictures don't give rise to pictures. Its the latter that illuminates the former.
The Earth is the Earth, precisely because it is nothing other than the Earth. A terrible consensus. Imagine all the worlds it isn’t, an infinity.
When clambering over the countless little failures and could-have-beens which constitute each line or colour, (ordinarily described as making choices), the artist ends up loving the worlds concreteness.
In this acceptance there is the recognition of a more primordial starting point than the privileged ‘idea’.
An affirmation to do rather than not.