"…. Einstein’s space is
no closer to reality than van Gogh’s sky. The glory of science is not in a truth more
absolute than Bach or Tolstoy, but in the act of creation itself. The scientist’s
discoveries impose his own order on chaos, as the composer or painter imposes his; an
order that always refers to limited aspects of reality, and is based on the
observer’s frame of reference, which differs from period to period as a Rembrandt
nude differs from a nude by Manet."
Arthur Koestler
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Making paintings owes a great debt to Mary Shelley’s
‘Frankenstein’: A lot of time spent carting raw materials here and there, some
stitching, a great deal of observation and most importantly, providing the right
conditions for which lightning will strike.
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