SIRAP

Joan Miró, This is the Colour of My Dreams, 1925

Why are there beings at all instead of nothing? That is the question. Presumably it is not arbitrary question, “Why are there beings at all instead of nothing”- this is obviously the first of all questions. Of course it is not the first question in the chronological sense […] And yet, we are each touched once, maybe even every now and then, by the concealed power of this question, without properly grasping what is happening to us. In great despair, for example, when all weight tends to dwindle away from things and the sense of things grows dark, the question looms. Martin Heidegger

I was drawn to all the wrong things: I liked to drink, I was lazy, I didn’t have a god, politics, ideas, ideals. I was settled into nothingness; a kind of non-being, and I accepted it. I didn’t make for an interesting person. I didn’t want to be interesting, it was too hard. What I really wanted was only a soft, hazy space to live in, and to be left alone.  Charles Bukowski

A good printer must be a nice type to make a fine impression.  Bruno Munari 

Schloß Vogelöd, 1921.  Dir. F.W. Murnau.

Naomi Campbell & Christy Turlington by Steven Meisel for The Face, 1990