Brakhage, Stan. Re the artist scattering seeds.

“Thus ‘reality’ extends its picketing fence and each is encouraged to sharpen his wits.  The artist is one who leaps that fence at night, scatters his seeds among the cabbages, hybrid seeds inspired by both the garden and wits-end forest where only fools and madmen wander, seeds needing several generations to be…finally proven edible…
Realize the garden as you will—the growing is mostly underground.  Whatever daily care you may give it–all is planted only by moonlight. However you remember it—everything in it originates elsewhere.  As for the unquotable magic—it’s as indescribable as the unbound woods it comes from.”