My ideal artwork would combine the nose-print of James Joyce, a Japanese silk embroidery in a pattern of show-off Scarlet Tanagers feasting on orange-halves, and a percussion track based on the song-prints of nightingales.
It would have descriptors for each component that led you widely through the O.E.D. Hand-made, machine-made. Visual, audio. Human-based, noun-based. Soft, hard, heard.
It would fill a yes in my creative ideas (which remain wordless) and feel that the pieces fell together into an unexpected whole.
The embroidery must show a canny skill. The colors must include an orange that clangs. The nose print must disclose persperation from the forehead. The nightingales must be glad.
Because I yearn for differences that combine to speak poetry, and because I don’t achieve that often enough. Because of this, I keep making art.