The true mystery of art lies not in the many ways that it is a “thing”, in the mischievously multiplicitous subtleties of manifestation; it rests in the many (more) ways in which it is a vacuum, a void, a potentiality and the endless presence of absence. We seek meaning in matter but fail to understand that it (actually) always already hides there, just out of reach and in plain sight – in the unmapped entropy of future experience and an unknowing emptiness of Self.
Art: (the presence of absence pavillion), Olafur Eliasson, 2019.
