In the preface to his book The Art of Daring, Carl Phillips writes,

"As if distortion were preferable to reality. Isn't it sometimes?" 

Do I still think that?

I believe reality can become distorted past recognition,
and it's in these moments that only something like daring, 

a willingness to risk going forward when we hardly know where we are,

can provide us the chance both for self-knowledge and for the making of art. 

Restlessness carries us to penetration -- 

we pierce the world as we knew it,

the world as we've never known it pierces us, in turn,

 
daring pushes us past this... 

and then what? 

 

(linebreaks and film photos, mine)