Here is a little story about trusting your own taste. Six years ago I saw this painting hanging in the back hallway of a local coffee shop and fell in love with it. It was like the painter had externalized everything I believe about the relationship between art and science. https://t.co/8hZb5yPd3q

the significance doesn’t matter. The historical significance deadens it. Across those unbridgeable distances—between bird and painter, painting and viewer—I hear only too well what’s being said to me, a psst from an alleyway as Hobie put it, across four hundred years of time, and it’s really very personal and specific. It’s there in the light-rinse

I like this because it frames art as something that does not just exist, but is experienced, and the first person to experience it is the artist, whose job it is to then transmit this experience to others.