From those earliest cave drawings of Lascaux What is immediately grasped Is their aspiration to permanence wherein Flesh and blood scenarios of hunter and prey Are rendered timeless in line and color.
If it appears that art exceeds life, it Brings to life its formal process, one In stillness of perfection whose career Is suspended on walls, deeply revered, At a remove from reality, as reality.
Indeed, the reality we derive is art: It is a string of red peppers, cuts of meat; Design is everything, to draw appetite Precisely, as evidenced in the variety of taste; Experience, the sensation of art.
It appears there is no art in facts, Yet, reality is proportioned in art, Whence alone it is lived: fact Is art explains its disputatious Character, as an aspiration to the truth.
