Easy is the new difficult.
It is difficult to be difficult but it is even more difficult to be easy.
Easy is not easy.
Easy takes effort – just as difficulty takes effort.
I want an easy art – an art of pure pleasure – an art that is completely understandable by anyone viewing it – an art that doesn’t leave you puzzled- an art that ties up every loose end – dots every i and crosses every t – an art that leaves nothing to chance – ensuring that the experience of engaging in this art will be the one that is desired by the artist.
I want an art that leaves no nagging questions is insanely simple in its goals and meets every one of them unequivocally.
I want an art where the philosophical questions posed in the work are answered in the experience of the work itself.
I want an art that my mother can understand.
Sisyphus’s uphill struggles are consumed with brute physicality but downhill there is time for contemplation.
Sisyphus’s travails then are bifurcated between easy and difficult – between body and mind.
Camus proposed that the downhill interval was the apotheosis and salvation of Sisyphus’s torment – a recurrent moment in which he was able to philosophically to reconcile his eternal damnation before proceeding uphill once more.
With reconciliation comes peace; after that difficulty is less difficult — ease and difficulty collapse into one.
‘Happiness and the absurd are two sons of the same earth.
They are inseparable’ wrote Camus – for which we might substitute the words easy and difficult.