Somexki Collection
1 photograph
Séroux
1 painting
Brussels 2020
Alex Svi
1 question
Arles 2016
There is always a gap between the human being
and its reflection, between words and their echoes,
between social life made up of small businesses
and a short time, and real life, as it can be, infinitely inventive over time.
Vladimir Nabocov says it better than anyone:
"Today more than ever, the poet must be as free, wild, and solitary
as Pushkin wanted him to be a hundred years ago.
Sometimes, perhaps, the purest artist is tempted to have his say,
when the clamor of his century, the cries of those being slaughtered
or the grunt of some brute reach him: but it is a temptation to which he must not succumb.
For he can be sure that if the thing is worth the effort,
it will ripen and later produce unexpected fruit.
No, definitely, so-called social life and everything that moves my fellow citizens
have no place within the radius of my lamp:
and if I don't claim my ivory tower,
it's because I'm content with my attic."