I have noticed that the flatter an image is, the less it expresses, the more it will transform when it comes into contact with other images. At some point there must be transformation, or there is no art.
“And with every step I took it became more impossible for me to turn back. And my mind was empty — or it was as though my mind had become one enormous, anaesthetized wound. I thought only, One day I’ll weep for this. One of these days I’ll start to cry.“
James Baldwin | Giovanni’s Room