A theme that I seem to return to again and again is the notion that creative endeavors exist on a different plane than the language we must use to describe both the effort of their creation and the result of it – the art.
So much of what is called art these days springs from a conceptual foundation – it's almost a game to puzzle out what the artist "meant."
I came across a wonderful line of a Keats poem in an essay:
“O for a life of sensations rather than of thought”
Exactly!
