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A letter from Tracey Moffatt to Lynne Cooke
A letter from Tracey Moffatt to Lynne Cooke, curator of Dia Center for the Arts, New York, in advance of her show “Free Falling”
Fall 1997
Dear Lynne,
Making art is quite therapeutic, like chopping vegetables, it calms me and keeps me off the streets. If I wasn’t making photographs or films I would be going around slashing car tires with a butcher’s knife.
It’s not that I am a violent person (though I have secretly willed the occasional person to trip down a stairs), it’s just that the anger builds up so badly that if I don’t do something to take my mind off it like “work shopping” it through the making of artistic images then LOOK OUT!
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Best Wishes,
Tracey Moffatt
“I say we are here in human form to learn by the human hieroglyphs of love and suffering. There is no intensity of love or feeling that does not involve the risk of crippling hurt. It is a duty to take this risk, to love and feel without reserve or defense.”
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William Burroughs (via girlsonfire)
All in the name of Duty.
“You have to be always drunk. That’s all there is to it — it’s the only way. So as not to feel the horrible burden of time that breaks your back and bends you to the earth, you have to be continually drunk. But on what? Wine, poetry or virtue, as you wish. But be drunk. And if sometimes, on the steps of a palace or the green grass of a ditch, in the mournful solitude of your room, you wake again, drunkenness already diminishing or gone, ask the wind, the wave, the star, the bird, the clock, everything that is flying, everything that is groaning, everything that is rolling, everything that is singing, everything that is speaking…ask what time it is and wind, wave, star, bird, clock will answer you: “It is time to be drunk! So as not to be the martyred slaves of time, be drunk, be continually drunk! On wine, on poetry or on virtue as you wish.”
—Charles Baudelaire
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“Perhaps if I run fast enough ahead of the present I will out-distance the shock. What is the difference between fear and intuition? How clearly I have seen what I imagine, as clearly as a vision. What is it I feel now, fear or premonition?”
—Anaïs Nin in Ladders To Fire
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“The essence of man is discontent, divine discontent. It is a sort of love without a beloved, the ache we feel in a member we no longer have.”
—Jose Ortega y Gasset (via amaclean)
“There is pleasure in the pathless woods,
There is rapture on the lonely shore,
There is society where none intrudes,
By the deep sea and the music in its roar;
I love not man the less, but Nature more.”- Lord Byron
“re·luc·tant (rĭ-lŭk’tənt) adj.
Unwilling; disinclined: reluctant to help.
Exhibiting or marked by unwillingness: a reluctant smile.
Offering resistance; opposing.” —
Reluctant Definition | Definition of Reluctant at Dictionary.com
Unwilling; disinclined: reluctant to help.
Exhibiting or marked by unwillingness: a reluctant smile.
Offering resistance; opposing.” —
Reluctant Definition | Definition of Reluctant at Dictionary.com
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