There is a growing awareness of the limits of our gnostic culture. This is a confusing turn of phrase because I always thought that gnosticism was a mystic take on Christianity but in this case it refers to the faith (with its origins in the Enlightenment) we have in ever expanding knowledge to cure all ills.
Iain McGilchrist, of course, manages to expertly bring together the structure of rational thought with the compassion and insight offered by metaphor in The Master and His Emissary. On a sychronistic note last night I was enthralled by Neil Innes at the Jazz Cafe, particularly as he had a neo-liberal crowd of Guardian readers (there to see Tim Dowling's band Police Dog Hogan) singing along to "We are slaves to freedom".
In light of recent explorations of limits I thought I would begin a systematic programme of drawing attention to acts of creativity that fill the void and! reach the plurality through singularity. Emma Carlow's colouring poster is an example of how something simple can have a rich and complex origin which is all there within the work itself. The colourer is drawn into the synaptic filigree in a revery of pleasure. No mean feat.