Since then, I feel less and less the need for words to accompany the process of my work, and more engaged with how the unconscious functions without them. Despite the endless number of words, descriptions and characters it carries along the way, the experience it left me with was quite the opposite—a new freedom to walk and work in an isolated quiet desert…
It took me more than two years to read the diaries of Marcel Proust, In Search of Lost Time.
After I finished I couldn’t start another book for few long months. Reading the diaries left me with open spaces of air and a very different perspective on the process of creation.
Since then, I feel less and less the need for words to accompany the process of my work, and more engaged with how the unconscious functions without them. Despite the endless number of words, descriptions and characters it carries along the way, the experience it left me with was quite the opposite—a new freedom to walk and work in an isolated quiet desert, and new understanding of the complexity of relationships between colors and forms, which are composed like delicate but sophisticated threads through the structure of these diaries.
Since [reading the diaries], I feel less and less the need for words to accompany the process of my work, and more engaged with how the unconscious functions without them.
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Sharon Etgar, born in Jerusalem, lives and works in Tel Aviv.
Editor’s Rec:
Sharon Etgar at Davis & Langdale Company, New York
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