So, angels rush in
If fools rush in where angels fear to tread, then I’m a fool. I don’t mind admitting that I can make quick decisions based on a passing idea.
Anyway why can’t angels be fools also? Why can’t angels foolishly rush into things with their emotions first, without thinking of the consequences? Would that make them bad angels?
The saying could be turned on its head: Angels rush in where fools fear to tread. So, fools live in perpetual trepidation.
My angels are impulsive and alive, they make decisions based on extreme desire, they tell me what to do with my art, without concern for good artistic behaviour.
My angels rush into situations with their angel hearts first. They open doors without thinking what may lie behind them.
Inside my head there is an art gallery where the art is always new, even though there is something ancient about it. It’s a lit chamber where everyone is welcome, angels and fools, and everyone understands the meaning of everything.
Angels have entered cautiously and fools have rushed in, and even so — all things are equal. It’s just as valuable to celebrate knowledge as it is to embrace it’s opposite.
I think of it as innocence, and I hope I’m not wrong.