What is art? Why do I paint? The eternal question that does not mean anything and at the same time everything.
What is life?
One day an old man told me, “No, I don’t like abstract art, because I don’t understand it.” Ah! I said, and thought about it for months.And one day I said to myself, how wonderful, not to understand it!
When I look at the sun, I call it the sun, but do I see through it? Do I understand it? I can even define it in many words. The truth is that I don’t I know and I don’t understand. The more we name them, the more we get used to
those names.
Art reminds us that behind the words that name things there is a reality that we do not understand that revives this mystery, which is so necessary.
So, I said to myself…
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Mitchell Pluto 