The Creation of Art
Art was created by the dead
- the vagabond spirits that yearned for images of life again amongst an
endless and colorless parade of memories. And so they painted their desires
and lost sensations on the stagnant breath of every birth of emotion they
once felt, transforming the barren canvas of oblivion into a most exquisite
interpretation of life...
Only the most sensitive of
souls could see the signature of these spirits at the bottom of the bright
blue sky in the mist of morning dew and the blood dripping from the arrow
of artemis and growing landscapes of lovers in rapture. That was born a
few eternities ago and even today, the artist can see the dead- but he
is not aware of this. He only knows how the beauty and confusion
of life feels between his fingers as the residue of forgotten spirits spill
on the images that he creates.
To be in love with an artist
is to know the secrets of the spirits and to see beyond the boundaries
of life and death... and all its desires.
- Ty, 1998