"If it is so that we live only a small part of the life which is within us, what happens to the rest?
We live here and now. Everything before and in other places is past. Mostly forgotten. …
What could, what should be done with all the time that lies ahead of us, open and unshaped, feather-light in its freedom and lead-heavy in its uncertainty?
Is it a wish, dreamlike and nostalgic, to stand once again at that point in life and be able to take a completely different direction to the one that has made us who we are? …
We leave something of ourselves behind when we leave a place. We stay there, even though we go away. And there are things in us that we can find again only by going back there."
These are the words of Peter Bieri also known by his pseudonym Pascal Mercier. He is a Swiss writer and philosopher.
His words remind me that there is something always undone, always awaiting the unknown destiny. When I can muster the courage, I venture forth from that which I know, it is in those moments that I am filled with fear and hope and unknown futures with gods and devils. And I am embracing memories and imagination.
Art brings me to these places.
Each piece of unmarked paper stands as an unexplored universe. The marked paper becomes an expression of life, hope, love and my fears, both known and unknown.