Some sort of pressure must exist, the artist exists because the world is not perfect. Art would be useless if the world were perfect, as man wouldn’t look for harmony but would simply… Continue reading
It is a unique sound. A cell door has no handle, either outside or inside; it cannot be shut except by being slammed to. It is made of massive steel and concrete, about… Continue reading
I have no ambitions nor desires. To be a poet is not my ambition,. It’s simply my way of being alone. Alberto Caerio.
Daido Moriyama. On the Bed 1. Tokyo, Japan 1969.