The aim of every artist is to arrest motion, which is life, by artificial means and hold it fixed so that a hundred years later, when a stranger looks at it, it moves again since it is life. Since man is mortal, the only immortality possible for him is to leave something behind him that is immortal since it will always move.
image: Laboratory (1996), Dining Room (1973) by Lynne Cohen
music: Now's the Only Time I Know (2009) by Fever Ray
text: William Faulkner, The Paris Review, issue 12, spring 1956