Broken Vessels
Falling in order to rise……
the destruction of received models and forms is necessary
in order to clear a space
for spontaneous thought to arise.
From the cathedral of our own feelings,
from the void of the blank canvas, then,
comes the space for revelation.
We are fragments of an unutterable whole.
Meaning is always in search of itself.
Unsuspected revelations await us around the next corner.
The blind preacher and his old dog
are crossing against the oncoming traffic of honking cabs and trucks.
He carries his guitar in a beat up case
taped with white tape
so it looks like it was bandaged.
Making art in America is about
saving ones soul.
We are broken vessels aspiring to a
lost wholeness.
—Charles Simic, excerpt from Dime-Store Alchemy: The Art of Joseph Cornell
