Da Silva painted his way from the studio along the corridor, into the street. Singularly alone now, a singular da Silva, void other identities. Nevertheless, as a painter, his void was instinct with figures in whom he cultivated (as they cultivated in him) a capacity to appear and disappear at a stroke…
– from Da Silva da Silva’s Cultivated Wilderness, Wilson Harris
No more home
Much more worries
It was fun just for a second
To be a vagabond musician
But I could use some security now
‘No More Home, No More Love’
from the album I Thought I Was An Alien
It is better to try to be extraordinary and fail than to try to be ordinary and succeed.
– dan holloway
‘It’s a rather sad prospect to have to say to myself that the painting I do will perhaps never have any value. If it was worth what it costs I could say to myself, I’ve never concerned myself about money.’
– from a letter to Theo van Gogh.
Arles, 13 August 1888