tactile transmitter

from Henry Miller’s ‘Colossus of Maroussi’

I begin to understand that the wisdom of giving is not so simple as it seems. Giving and receiving are at bottom one thing, dependent upon whether one lives open or closed. Living openly one becomes a medium, a transmitter; living thus, as a river, one experiences life to the full, flows along with the current of life, and dies in order to live again as an ocean

I’ve been thinking a lot about Hilma af Klint’s work — and how she used her time on earth to transmit for the future