On the French radio, Hector Obalk is asked what paintings "give us to see". The art historian answers that what is really special in painting, it's the pleasure given by a certain sense of synthesis. He then talks about what happens within a frame. Stills lives for example, are things that we look at inside a closed space, the rectangle of the canvas. He mentions distorted scales and the fact that painting only has chromatism in common with reality. All the rest, like texture and space are different.
Enjoying representation is a luxury, it's true.
I mean it's probably true.
Compassion to regenerate cells. That's also science. And it's beautiful. Very beautiful.
SCIENCE IS ROBBING US of POETRY.
Wittgenstein grew up in a house with seven concert grand pianos. Three of his brothers committed suicide. In 1913, he retired in a wooden house in Norway, accessible only by horse. Exile, for sure, but he has someone bring him his meals and clean his clothes.
MICE DOPED WITH JELLYFISH GENES
TO VISUALIZE THE CELLULAR MACHINERY.