But it is sometimes just at the moment when we think that everything is lost that the intimation arrives which may save us; one has knocked on the doors which lead nowhere, and then one stumbles without knowing it on the only door through which one can enter—which one might have sought in vain for a hundred years—and it opens on its own accord. —Proust, In Search of Lost Time.
The ultimate mystery is one’s own self.
Acrylic. Series of 3
El misterio final es uno mismo.
What does it matter how many lovers you have if none of them gives you the universe? Jacques Lacan
I am speculating, said John, but you don’t know what you are. You don’t have enough legs to stand on. You don’t have enough support within you to stand shaming voices.
Estoy especulando, dijo John, pero no sabe quien usted realmente es. Usted no tiene suficientes piernas para estar de pie. Usted no tiene suficiente apoyo dentro de usted mismo para soportar las voces que lo avergüenzan.
Acrylic, canvas on canvas. 24″x36″.
Can you love yourself more than you have ever been loved? It is difficult, but not impossible, says Joe Kort.
¿Puede amarse uno mismo más de lo que ha sido amado? Es difícil, pero no imposible, dice Joe Kort.