The Impossibility of Making Art

perfect-tomatoYesterday, Dana brought this tomato into the kitchen, and I had a crisis of faith.

We both admired the delicate seam stitched along the side of this handful of flesh and water, like the seam of silk stockings on the back of a lumpy leg. And I thought to myself, What’s the point of making art? Am I capable of making something so perfect?

3 thoughts on “The Impossibility of Making Art

  1. That you are able to appreciate such impossible beauty makes you the perfect person to be an artist.

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