Not so long ago, a Spanish-speaking friend of mine told me that she was feeling stressed out. She had recently moved back to the city from the country and the shift was getting to her. “I’m falling to beats and peaces,” she wrote. It was such a beautiful way of describing our moments of breakdown, that the phrase has stayed with me.
What does it feel like to fall to “beats and peaces”? Psychedelic? Liberating? For some reason, I keep thinking of Hundertwasser—an artist who championed the beautiful brokenness and unruly nature of creativity.
“Today we live in a chaos of straight lines, in a jungle of straight lines. If you do not believe this, take the trouble to count the straight lines which surround you. Then you will understand, for you will never finish counting.“