Kye Christensen-Knowles

, 2024
Oil on linen
24 x 24 x 1 1/2 inches

Untitled, 2024
Oil on linen
24 x 18 inches


, 2024
Resin, plaster, acrylic, gesso, and marker
24 x 8 x 12 inches

, 2024
Resin, plaster, acrylic, and gesso
24 1/2 x 7 x 9 inches

                                                                                                               Saturday [February 1916]

I didn't like your letter. What's the good of living as you do, anyway. I don't believe your lectures are good. They are nearly over, aren't they?

What's the good of sticking in the damned ship and haranguing the merchant-pilgrims in their own language. Why don't you drop overboard? Why don't you clear out of the whole show?

One must be an outlaw these days, not a teacher or preacher. One must retire out of the herd & then fire bombs into it. You said in your lecture on education that you didn't set much count by the unconscious. That is sheer perversity. The whole of the consciousness and the conscious content is old hat-the millstone round your neck.

Do cut it-cut your will and leave your old self behind. Even your mathematics are only dead truth: and no matter how fine you grind the dead meat, you'll not bring it to life again.

Do stop working & writing altogether and become a creature instead of a mechanical instrument. Do clear out of the whole social ship. Do for your very pride's sake become a mere nothing, a mole, a creature that feels its way & doesn't think. Do for heavens sake be a baby, & not a savant any more. Don't do anything any more-but for heavens sake begin to be-start at the very beginning and be a perfect baby: in the name of courage.

Oh, and I want to ask you, when you make your will, do leave me enough to live on. I want you to live forever. But I want you to make me in some part your heir.

We have got to clear out of this house in a week's time. We are looking for another house. You had better come & live near us : but not if you are going to be a thinker and a worker, only if you are going to be a creature, an infant ...

My love to you. Stop working and being an ego, & have the courage to be a creature.

                             Letter from D.H. Lawrence to Bertrand Russell, 1916