The Intelligence of Art.

The realm of a painting

has an interesting irony.

A volley

A chemistry

outside our realm of logic

that cancels and negates the notion of owning and understanding.

A great painting is a world of fleeting information

of knowledge.

Not the knowledge we commonly associate with

that we methodically ram in our heads to remember.

The intelligence in a painting has no such gravity.

It is like the breeze

clear and ungraspable.

You can’t own this information.

As soon as you try it vanishes.

It’s a realm where nothing is stationary

so as to make sense of it.

Where the important conversations

you have with yourself.

In this way a great painting gives us freedom from thought and the seeming imposition of structure.

It’s an essential service.