“Every artist is linked to a mistake with which he has a particular intimate relation. There is the mistake of Homer, of Shakespeare — which is perhaps, for both, the fact of not existing. Every art draws its origin from an exceptional fault, every work is the implementation of this original fault, from which come to us a new light and a risky conception of plenitude.” ArtLightArtistMistakeParticularDrawsOriginalsFaultsIntimacyLinkedExceptionalImplementationPlenitude Author:Maurice Blanchot
“I lean over you, your equal, offering you a mirror for your perfect nothingness, for your shadows which are neither light nor absence of light, for this void which contemplates. To all that which you are, and, for our language, are not, I add a consciousness. I make you experience your supreme identity as a relationship, I name you and define you. You become a delicious passivity.” LightNamesLanguagePerfectConsciousnessIdentityEqualShadowMirrorsAddAbsenceSupremeOver YouVoidOfferingContemplatingNothingnessDeliciousPassivityDefine You Author:Maurice Blanchot
“I wanted to see something in full daylight; I was sated with the pleasure and comfort of the half light; I had the same desire for the daylight as for water and air. And if seeing was fire, I required the plenitude of fire, and if seeing would infect me with madness, I madly wanted that madness.” IfsLightWantedDesireWaterPleasureHalfFireSeeingAirComfortMadnessDaylightPlenitudeSated Book:Folie Du Jour Source: Folie Du Jour
