Jean (Hans) Arp sculptor, painter, poet and abstract artist, once said: “Man has turned his back on silence. Day after day he invents machines and devices that increase noise and distract humanity from the essence of life, contemplation, meditation."
Mister Arp, or may I call you Jean, I would call you Hans, but I don't speak German. I just dived into your world of art today, you made some cool shit, you made some sense and you made me curious and inspired today.
"Soon silence will have passed into legend,” Arp believed.
I'm happy I don't agree with that. I guess I'm more of a dreamer and an optimist to doom the silent days. However it's become exceptional in our western society. In your daily life, when is it silent? I find it hard allowing silence. I'm aware of my need for it. Then society has this special gift of replacing one need for the other. The need to feel, or the need for shopping, eating and entertainment. Trying to fit silence into a schedule, well, if I'm not half asleep with a bit of time on my hands on either ends of the day I find it almost impossible these days. Too much is going on right now. I’m one of those who find it hard to set aside an hour to be creative, to write, to work with a brief or meditate. It's one of those things that usually just happen. They force their way in when you already have opened the window. If you’re lucky you'll have a piece of paper within your radius or even some time to collect, which again is usually sleeping time, but that I can work with. I feel pretty chocked now. In need of silence. I've always believed that things happen for a reason. That's why I'm sitting here now, why I'm not out drinking on a Friday night or at some friend’s holiday house. Maybe tomorrow morning I will have my silence.
Mister Arp, or may I call you Jean, I would call you Hans, but I don't speak German. I just dived into your world of art today, you made some cool shit, you made some sense and you made me curious and inspired today.
"Soon silence will have passed into legend,” Arp believed.
I'm happy I don't agree with that. I guess I'm more of a dreamer and an optimist to doom the silent days. However it's become exceptional in our western society. In your daily life, when is it silent? I find it hard allowing silence. I'm aware of my need for it. Then society has this special gift of replacing one need for the other. The need to feel, or the need for shopping, eating and entertainment. Trying to fit silence into a schedule, well, if I'm not half asleep with a bit of time on my hands on either ends of the day I find it almost impossible these days. Too much is going on right now. I’m one of those who find it hard to set aside an hour to be creative, to write, to work with a brief or meditate. It's one of those things that usually just happen. They force their way in when you already have opened the window. If you’re lucky you'll have a piece of paper within your radius or even some time to collect, which again is usually sleeping time, but that I can work with. I feel pretty chocked now. In need of silence. I've always believed that things happen for a reason. That's why I'm sitting here now, why I'm not out drinking on a Friday night or at some friend’s holiday house. Maybe tomorrow morning I will have my silence.
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