i had a clever quote from Flaubert handy.
i looked at it and it seemed insulting, to Flaubert even.
in the general scheme of things.
it were about ‘perfection’: a concept i struggle to understand.
am reading a book about Sammuel Beckett. his relationship with painting; his attitudes and methods regarding the visual. this picture reminds me a little of Adrien Brouwer – one of Becketts’ favourite painters. he drew lots of gurning drunks.
i like him too.
something which is perfect is what? Cezanne said that only nature is perfect – maybe it is a religious word. it came up recently in conversations.