I bought this print to decorate the wall of my office. I like the art, and the title is "Time's Arrow," so how could I resist?
But I did have a worry: the painting clearly involved text, which I tend to think is an aesthetic mistake -- it brings a depressing specificity to what should be an open-ended interpretive process. And here the resolution of the online image was too small for me to make out the words, so what if the text was completely dopey? Now it has arrived, and here is the main text:
Living is a form of not being sure, not knowing what next or how. The moment you know how, you begin to die a little. The artist never entirely knows. We guess; we may be wrong, but we take leap after leap in the dark.
I kind of like it.