Artists

We are so out of the world of this moment.
What could liberate us—from life and death?
Since we are not Here for so long.

In the ecstasy of happiness, and in the abyss of desperation at the same time.
The complex of mind, the complication of existence, whirl like the storm inside.
Rising and falling, hit and bang, until you can no longer stand up straight.

Who wants art? Who needs art? What is art?
There’s no simple answer. There’s no simple life.
Either you think, or you don’t.

True artists are ghosts, yet they exist in this mundane world for few to see.



--after watching the splendid movie "Klimt" which is directed by Raul Ruiz.