When begging a canvas to yield it is important to remember that any emotion felt is one projected onto the canvas rather than one evoked from it. For the canvas is nothing, and it represents nothing – and it is important that the canvas represents nothing for it only in nothing that we can see ourselves. In projecting onto others what we receive is a mix of how we are perceived and how our projections are received.
But a canvas holds no perception of us. A canvas only makes one demand – show me something true. Show me something real. And it is in pursuit of this that we find ourselves at war with ourselves. And the more we recognise the things we project as unreal, the more frantic our search. And the harder we seek, the less we find.
To remember that we project ourselves onto the page (which we then package into books, films, paintings, songs and so forth and so forth) is then to know the answer we seek of the page.
Who am I?
And the page responds.
And we reject.
And the page responds.
And we reject.
And so we oscillate.
And so we oscillate