The artist, like the God of the creation, remains within or behind or beyond or above his handiwork, invisible, refined out of existence, indifferent, paring his fingernails.
天地没有偏爱,对待万物像对待草扎的狗一样;圣人也没有偏爱,对待百姓像对待草扎的狗一样。
Every line we draw carries responsibility.
I’m not here to be second place.
The most profound technologies are those that disappear. They weave themselves into the fabric of everyday life until they are indistinguishable from it.