I always say that art saved my life, because it allows Me to connect with the part of Me that I mean the most when I say "me": the part of Me that craves to admire. Something from it, in the form of Me, infiltrates into the four walls that I was thrown into, I expand into it in a way that I cannot avoid, or vice versa. Because I didn't exist, I don't exist if there is no being, and if the world is a will and a design for human beings, there is no being if there is no admiration. And even as I say this, I have a meta-admiration for our ability to admire, because this is the only way it was possible to create, out of all that has been created.
Every attempt to make art is an attempt to admire what is, what has been, or what is "not" yet. And life, that fills you, is the greatest of arts and admiration. When the Other (life) fills you, what else can you claim as yours but your admirations? When you are being sheltered by the self that needs the Other to be filled and to overflow, can you find a way of being other than living what you call "me", and being what you called "the other" yesterday?
This path from the Other to You and from You to the Other, even when over-simulated and driven by diverse motivations, is the same path; the path of becoming what has always been. You are many tomorrows and many yesterdays. The self is a collage of what is unlike You, which has no choice but to take the form of You.
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