Q

Some art is borne only out of asceticism. The self creates when in want and deprived. Hunger can be inspiration; is the sole route to inspiration. Then to be fatted with content is to be fettered – satisfaction the gleaming oil surface of a lake slowly losing its life beneath.

To make an artist you don’t offer them a paintbrush or a chisel. You take away something essential. The married man writes no love poem until his beloved succumbs to illness; 3 weeks in an empty room and a crazed man would chip out masterpieces with his thumbnail on blank walls.

Art is starvation, desperate strokes making sense of loss, it is there when there is desire for more. Excess is to want art, not create art.