Most go to prison not on account of their irreducible uniqueness as people but because they are part of a marginalized sector of the population who never had a chance, who were slated for it early on.
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Making art was really about the problem of the soul, of losing it. It was a technique for inhabiting the world. For not dissolving into it.
Interpretation
What this quote means
Art serves as a way to engage with and understand the complexities of existence without losing ourselves in the chaos of life.
In this quote, Rachel Kushner emphasizes that the act of creating art is a profound exploration of the human soul and the struggle to maintain one's identity in an overwhelming world. Art is portrayed not merely as a creative outlet, but as a necessary tool for connecting with reality while safeguarding against the risk of losing oneself amidst life's challenges.
Themes
ArtSoulIdentityLifeCreation
In practice
Example use cases
A speaker at an art exhibition discussing the role of art in personal expression.
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