Personally, I understand it as a changing concept that always reverberates the period in which we live, sometimes being a mirror, sometimes being an answer.
Today, I think our greatest need is to defend ourselves against the numbness that the high degree of daily information generates in us. A life lived in the automatic, with little time for reflection and with a very reduced perception of sensations. From this point of view, art would approach meditation, a moment in which we are transported through contemplation to the empire of the senses, which intensifies our power to feel life and, consequently, to live it.
So what is art?
It’s the instant after the car crash, that moment after a robbery, the feeling after freezing rain and the numbness after sex. It’s that sudden death of someone close, it’s the indescribable moment that shows us that feeling is the only way we can notice ourselves alive. And so, and yet, we are here.