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