21th of September
Where should I go now? Will I find my way? The trail splits in three directions. I’m in trouble. A colleague recalls what I once said: doubt has always been the engine of my work. In the times we live in certainty and facts seem to be the only answer. But art must raise questions, not only on topics, but even on its own becoming and being. I was thinking about this when a woman came by. She had seen a school class walk the trail a couple of days ago. Then she said it reminded her of some lines from...