Life is in the Hidden Rhizome

I ran across these quotes by C.G. Jung in Dreams, Memories, and Reflections (1961) and thought it well represents the spirit behind my new collection of subterranean paintings.

"Life has always seemed to me to be a rhizome. Its true life is invisible, hidden in the rhizome. The part that appears above ground lasts only a single summer. Then it withers away- an ephemeral apparition. When we think of the unending growth and decay of civilizations we can not escape the impressionn of absolute nullity. Yet I have never lost a sense of something that lives and endures underneath the eternal flux. What we see is the blossom, which passes. What remains is the rhizome" (p. 4).

"Everything in the unconscious seeks outward manifestation, and the personality too desires to evolve out of its unconscious conditions and to experience itself as a whole” (p. 3).