[The soul is]
something that survives by reinventing itself,
inhabiting a physical body 
in order to penetrate 
the twists and turns of the mind 
and to test the limits of endurance.
solitary suffering takes on universal value,
[for this reason] ancient objects and rituals 
keep cropping up in the imagination of artists
[and] continue [to exfoliate] into this artificial visual world.
Along the way, 
there are digressions reflecting greater self-involvement.
things that are indecent and unspeakable 
and best forgotten altogether.
[and] risk becoming excessively “figurative”.
it often seems to fail to rise above 
merely celebrating the popular forms of imagery
from which it borrows.
A traumatic experience no doubt,
This presents a problem for the critic,
the supreme entity who determines what is good and what is evil,
As with so many on both the left and right,
the notion that there is a direct, empathic, 
almost mystic interaction between 
form, color and the inner self,
symbols of the absolute,
forms [that] extend beyond the edges [of consciousness]
By evidencing and expanding, 
to move away from dry concentration 
in favor of a more mobile, emotive setting.
a fusion of all artistic techniques, 
containing the tiniest of human tragedies
born in someone else’s head,
interested in everything that happens
so I try to listen [but]
I cannot listen to it all.
 

sources: 

http://www.temaceleste.com/eng/artfeatures.asp?ID=34
http://www.reason.com/0010/fe.td.angry.html
http://www.temaceleste.com/eng/artreviews.asp?ID=148
http://www.temaceleste.com/eng/artreviews.asp?ID=173
http://www.temaceleste.com/eng/artartlife.asp?ID=3
http://www.temaceleste.com/eng/artlife.asp