Chaim Soutine, self-portrait

Xenakis dixit

“Music is not a language. Any musical piece is akin to a boulder with complex forms, with striations and engraved designs atop and within, which men can decipher in a thousand different ways without ever finding the right answer or the best one. By virtue of this multiple exegesis, music evokes all manners of phantasmagoria, as would a catalyzing crystal. Personally, I wanted to deal with the voids that surround us, and within which we live. The most formidable ones being those linked to our destiny, to life or death, and visible or invisible universes…”

Iannis Xenakis (From “La Légende d’Er (1st version)”, circa 1978)

Sarraute dixit

They seemed to rise up from everywhere, born in the airborne a little humid lukewarmness, they flowed slowly as if they resweated of the walls, of the trees among fences, of the benches, of the dirty sidewalks, of the small squares.

[…]

They looked long while without being moved, remained there, offered, in front of the shop windows, they always postponed the moment of moving away. And the calm children who shook hands with them, tired to look, distracted, patiently, beside them, waited.

TROPISM #1

[Automatic translation from another translation]

Nathalie Sarraute, Tropismes [Tropisms, Tropismos]