" Artistic beauty has nothing to do with prettiness.  It has stillness - "stasis" to uses Joyce's word.  It is recognised by its wholeness, rhythm and "quidditas" (literally whatness) that which makes it itself and no other thing.  It "arrests the mind in the presence of whatever is grave and constant in human suffering and unites it with the human sufferer."

Peter Watson 2010

“As much as my body, I am my memories. Place is another attribute of my very self. As much as my body, I am its environment. How could it be possible for anything to exist without its time and place? Environment gives us our body, the earth our feet, the light our eyes. Time allows us to remember.


I am the one who is here; I am the one who is now.”