He had three tables: on one a book he was reading; on another one he was translating; and on the third one he was writing. I divide my day thus.
This is a drawing called Book. It clearly isn't one, and as such cannot be opened. I cook or clean as one of my tasks; I work on the web as the second; and produce art as the third. Sometimes all three feel like chores. The philosopher moved from one to another when boredom or frustration set in, but he was not locked away because of this virus. The biomorphs above look like microscopic things, amoebae perhaps. We all now know that surfaces can carry germs. There is a metaphor in there somewhere for art objects too, I just need to tease or pry it into the open.
Comentarios