Notes on Another Night in the Ruins series
Making art is propelled by a kind of hunger. It is a walk toward the horizon– a horizon that everyone sees but no one can reach. There is an urgency to keep walking toward it, in spite of all the evidence of its intangibility. There is a paradox in aiming for something we cannot achieve– for example, I want to saturate my paintings with sound. I want to make paintings that have notes. I want a painting to be like a song you cannot quite remember, but when you hear it, feel like you have always known it.
Spontaneous Poetry and Calligraphy at Naropa University
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cp5UOD-gmYwHere is an eight minute video of the annual tradition at Naropa University with a short talk