But this zeal soon waned on discovering the work of Eva Hesse.

The artist orchestrating the exactitude of emotions to reveal unspoken psychological states was revelatory. In quick succession, I reached into the realm of the Abstract Expressionists, heroic artists that made the world seem much bigger, grander and forever expanding. I remember now, how I was really struck by Castaneda’s visionary tales induced by his altered states of mind, which opened by the other world of things unseen and unknown. Enthralled by the freedom his philosophies espoused provided a great eye opener for a girl raised as a Catholic in 1960s suburbia. In a great leap of faith, departing from the strange paradoxical realm of Lindsay, I accidentally came across the extraordinary writings of Carlos Castaneda. Over the last ten years, however, I have had more success, satisfying my urge to create albeit in small and incremental stages. Throughout my younger years I also spent hours drawing in the local library, trying to craft what I could see, but to my great disappointment this foray into drawing seemed doomed to failure. The vestiges of time has allowed Lindsay’s presence to remain at what was once his beloved home in Faulconbridge, Blue Mountains, a place, a home, a space, where the interconnections sustained his practice until the end. I now recall being magically transported into the world of Norman Lindsay via the illustrated tale of The Magic Pudding, which led me later to explore the mythological muses and the sexual innuendoes that so vividly populated Lindsay’s world. My introduction to art began in my early years, not at school but in the local library. The brevity of philosopher’s Paul Ziff words rings so true: ‘Art is not a fixed concept.’Īs an entrée, before proceeding into the selection of quotes, I have included a synopsis retracing my own personal journey into art. So instead, I have decided to create a small compilation of selected quotes that covers an array of time periods, practices and philosophies offering a snapshot, which for me belies the hope of ever fixing the meaning of art itself. In fact, pursuing its meaning soon appears a futile exercise when one is faced by the vast maze of meanings and interpretations on offer, over millennia.

To discharge excessive blood from the uterus.How we define art begs one of the big questions in life.

To cover with water or other liquid to overflow to inundate to flood.

(computing) To arrange (text in a wordprocessor, etc.) so that it wraps neatly into a designated space to reflow.

The river hath thrice flowed, no ebb between. The tide flows twice in twenty-four hours.

The imperial purple flowing in his train The exhilaration of a night that needed not the influence of the flowing bowl

In that day the hills shall flow with milk. To have or be in abundance to abound, so as to run or flow over.Virgil is sweet and flowing in his hexameters. The writing is grammatically correct, but it just doesn't flow. To move or match smoothly, gracefully, or continuously.Those thousand decencies that daily flow / From all her words and actions. To move as a fluid from one position to another.

Flux meaning