
The lurid hues of sunset
make lamplight almost invisible –
but how they clarify the darkness!
The lurid hues of sunset
make lamplight almost invisible –
but how they clarify the darkness!
The call of a closed door:
the enigma,
the adventure,
the impossible dream of understanding…
It is utterly impossible to say exactly what I want to say, for expression changes thought.
But thought does not exist outside expression, and hence it is impossible not to say it.
Expression and thought, form and content…
the endlessly fascinating game that is the colour of vision and the shape of a snail’s shell.