Joan Miró

I don’t feel this with a human who moves about all the time in an idiotic way. People who go bathing on a beach and who move about impress me much less than the stillness of a pebble. (Still things become grand, much grander than moving things.)

a world set in motion.

tree of written words, whose image I set in motion and recorded in its spoken version, is born.

To work like a gardener was to create life itself—the autonomous life of a visual universe