In the end, only beauty itself holds the answer.
The “object” that contains it, and the “eye” that perceives it.
Beauty resides in the relationship between object and eye.
The “embrace of beauty” is not a matter of objects.
It is a matter of how cultivated one’s eye has become.
How much time one has devoted to beauty,
how much pain one has lived with alongside beauty.
That depth becomes the profundity of one’s embrace.
There are those who buy history with money.
But most of them have no interest in the future.
They live in the past, cling to the past, and never tire of the past.
Of course, there are those who possess the eye to capture future beauty.
But both past and future are too expensive.
One can only bet on one or the other.
If I myself had money to spend on contemporary art,
I would pour that money into antiques instead.
It is not investment. Nor is it desire.
I am simply possessed by it. Like a disease.
There are artists in contemporary art whom I follow.
But they are already expensive, no longer unknown.
I was too late. No, I could not find meaning in getting involved.
In any case, the act of “buying” an object is the only
evaluation without deception for an artist.
No matter how much one is praised in words,
not buying means, ultimately, contempt.
To touch beauty is to open one’s embrace.
To spend one’s own money is to surrender one’s time and life.
Without such resolve, one cannot possibly understand the depth of beauty.
