The gallery is the third great church – God did not die, but fled to hide within logic, and when this church too was overcome with “grass and red poppies on ruined walls”, art became the last refuge of the Divine.
As with all that is distilled, once beauty has been abstracted and made pure it is negated – separated and stabilised, the interplay between elements that draws them into existence is nullified. Beauty exists symbiotically with itself, and is seduced by its own centre of gravity – it is the dense, full, ripe void of pure subjectivity. It is the desire of the gallery to distill two sides of a unified perception – to find the duality of an eye that looks into itself… to manifest the divine.
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