NB: Do I dare to disturb the universe?

by Christos Polydorou

As an artist, as a person, as a man, as a son, as a lover, as a friend, as a cousin, as a dog walker, a cat whisperer, a bird watcher, I, like so many imaginative intellectuals, like so many theatricals, like so many idiots and idioms before and after we have had to find ourselves on a bare often godless stage, before brutes, ignoramuses, even so, we do not stop. Who are we ultimately performing for? 

Who do we suspect is looking? 

Here I have created a portrait representing the flowing waters of the muse rushing into the pen of the artist’s grace. 

Do I dare to disturb the universe? Yes.