Each of us have our special moment with art, and I have mine too. It's a moment defining a frame within a space, a moment that moves clock-wise, or, and then, anti-clockwise. It's a moment above and below the moment. It's a moment that floods and sinks. It's a moment that pours into every empty cabin-space. It's a moment that moves deeper into the moment. This moment eventually breaks into two, and is engulfed by the one, and as an ocean, drives us through.

To be Utopian, is to put the utopian dream away for a while and practice reality. Reality divides us, and may not resemble in any way the utopian dream, but it does not matter. The moments that tie us are utopian, and usually are low to do with matter.

To look for perfection, and not get too hung up with perfections is important for this Utopian. A perfectionist reaches for the highest possible order, of idea, and form. A perfectionist must also understand the highest is not without the lowest. A perfectionist seeks perfection past the contradiction of high and low idea; of high and low form.

A Utopian perfectionist knows that what touches us, is within the governance of non-form. A Utopian perfectionist, also, understands that all forms are perfect to the one--the non-form.

Brent Hallard October 2004