It's the luminous spark of reason that grants us lordship over the animals, endows us with cell phones, and offers hope, even in our darkest hours, that our species will
somehow calculate the way forward to a brighter tomorrow.
The artist's
calculated measures are replaced by a sense of chance, arising through the possibility of destruction and renewal: «If, while I'm painting, I distort or destroy a motif, it is not a planned or conscious act, but rather it has a different justification: I see the motif, the
way I painted it, is
somehow ugly or unbearable.