Reading from an old stack of Horizon magazines downstairs off the kitchen, came across a lovely question:
A man might ask a painter- “Why do you paint that tree, since it already exists?”
and the painter’s response is telling of an artist’s whole MO.
I paint because I must- I paint because I want to document- celebrate-I paint because I must- I paint to teach you goodness-
So I sat back on my heels and wondered- why do I ‘paint the tree’... ?
Because it moves me: because I want to incorporate it into the world in my mind; to alter and thereby possess it.
Interesting, then, that my whole novel is about worlds in the mind, what happens when they collide. How to incorporate those worlds into the larger thing we are all adrift within. (Clearly I’m trying to possess something, to stop it and study it, as much as I am re-interpreting it.)
But are we adrift….? Perhaps we are woven.
This is a wild soul-book