The little art establishment person will readily ignore a keen sense of internal human suffering. The 'sadness and madness' which is fundamental to our day to evening primal concept.
So watch it! For there's got to be something out there to protect us. That unknown something that's all encompassing. Swish. And perhaps you might apprehend it with your heart.
Please now go click and travel backwards in time. When there is too much pain try to observe the tiny portions of insignificant matter around you. This is your process that is unable to be explained or defined. It is constantly bewildered. It is beyond the normal language. And whether you like it or not abstract to the core. Yet like everyone else you must still follow, quite faithfully, the orderly animal survival route of human etiquette.

Now onwards and I want to recognise those especially rare occasions in ourselves when we can truly increase our life level through a most profound communication. A happening that comes via the great natural force in reserve. For it is I believe [the going through of] much honest and intense uncertainty that [finds] the 'Unknown Language'. All we have left to prove us for dead, God, Love, art, power, oneself. All those things to scare us off.

One way I could reveal it is through a personal demonstration. Not something I myself am particularly qualified to display but at least it provides an attempt to be distinct. Within my being it acts out of a blind will, the counterbalance for someone painting like an old master.
And physically when aroused it arrives in the form of an acute theatrical improvisation.
[Possible performance detail upon request - worse case scenario.]
Ontonteronton.
Upon invitation you will see that I can describe with my body and my senses a discrete abbreviation of modern art history which is obvious. I find it by trapped energy living in time. Becomes commonplace. It's like cutting the edge towards the mysterious answer.
Yes I know this might sound like a desperate ploy to prove a position. Yet how can it be different. All day every day I intend to understand life's inner meaning. Even with much around us that is unloved fraud and pretence.

So is that enough unconscious reason.
Why some of us can't understand how the others get past the first basic principles.
[When we can't quite see everything.]

Carl Leenhouwers born Auckland New Zealand July 3 1955.
The Leenhouwers Collection ideal exhibition.
Experimental code for public for viewing.
= home rehearsal, role reversal,
= suggested embarrassment, underbreath.

From the paintings to their places of cosy refuge the audience as a walking work of art has a ratio of difference whose expression is suggested by the gravity.
A simple non-sensical valid opposition.
So c'mon now madman put your head in the hole!
c'mon now.