When I was confirmed at 13, the gift I asked for was wisdom.
The way that man bends nature to his will is quite clever.
But the order of nature isn’t boxed. It is ever adaptive. And this quality creates a deep fear in man – because he has a need to control things to feel safe.
The way the mountains are painted with wildflowers looks nothing like the orderly rows of orchards. But it works, nevertheless.
Art must be like nature – it is adaptive, it is live, and the artist does not have the need to make things predictable and safe.
The way of a true artist is to be natural, to work with what is at hand, to communicate with the elements utilized to create and to be dynamic in this way.
That is what harmony is. This is what is real. This is what it is like to truly be alive.
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