
A DIS-COURSE OF TIME
at once suspended and passing,
passing by its suspension,
suspending its passage,
but here,
another theft,
penetration by breaking into time,
time made off with:
the painter,
a stealer of time,
of each instant of time, of his present;
the painter,
a stealer of the present given him each day,
the present of the present day
—
how can one steal what is given?
It’s a painter’s secret.
JEAN-LUC NANCY