Autumn rising, leaves preparing to fall from trees in preparation for winter. Nature moves on, in its eternal return.
We move on with it, driven by instinct, hope and a flash of inspiration.
I finished reading María Gainza´s “Optic Nerv” (Oogzenuw).
María Gainza, an Argentinian art critic and writer, masters an original style, combining the “life of great painters” kind of book, art criticism, and autobiography in a fictional narrative typical of short stories: different characters appear in each chapter and the story line is given to us by the Narrator’s life.
I read that this was her first book (original edition 2014)!
As an appetizer, here are two passages about art and life:
“It reminds me that in art it is all about the distance between something we consider pretty and something that captivates us, and that the variables that modify such a perception may be, and usually are, the smallest ones”
(my free translation - no quality guaranteed! - from the Portuguese version)
“To ever feel that you understand anything only means that your mind has turned rigid.”
This is a captivating first novel. If you have the chance to read it, I hope you enjoy it as much as I did.