I can see the sun, but even if I cannot see the sun, I know that it exists. And to know that the sun is there – that is living.
Brothers Karamazov, 1880.
Fyodor Dostoyevsky, 1821-1881, Russian
Untitled, 1964, oil on canvas.
Kazuo Shiraga, 1924-2008, Japanese. MOMA, NY
The quote and the painting celebrate visceral joy in light, color, energy. Love this.
Thank you for commenting, Eileen!
I read a report about the new-born in certain Ukrainian towns “who have never seen the light of day”. Nobody dares move outside. I thought of their parents who at least know that the sun is still there and who hope for a return to their lives!