It Only Takes Two Facing Mirrors To

The Original Is Unfaithful To The Translation.

Art Is Endless Like A River Flowing, Passing, Yet Remaining.

That One Individual Should Awaken In Another Memories That Belong To Still A Third Is An Obvious Paradox.

Two Aesthetics Exist: The Passive Aesthetic Of Mirrors And The Active Aesthetic Of Prisms. Guided By The Former, Art Turns Into A Copy Of The Environment's Objectivity Or The Individual's Psychic History. Guided By The Latter, Art Is Redeemed, Makes The World Into Its Instrument, And Forges, Beyond Spatial And Temporal Prisons, A Personal Vision.

We Have A Very Precise Image - An Image At Times Shameless - Of What We Have Lost, But We Are Ignorant Of What May Follow Or Replace It.