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Without art, the crudeness of reality would make the world unbearable.
Without art, the crudeness of reality would make the world unbearable.
The artist one day falls through a hole in the brambles, and from that moment he is following the dark read more
The artist one day falls through a hole in the brambles, and from that moment he is following the dark rapids of an underground river which may sometimes flow so near to the surface that the laughing picnic parties are heard above.
I've learned a great deal about music through my experiences. I've learned of its sanctity. Of its holiness. I've learned read more
I've learned a great deal about music through my experiences. I've learned of its sanctity. Of its holiness. I've learned that music is a very powerful force, not to be trivialized or watered down or maufactured into soul-less, mindless drivel. Selling out to the corporate butcher would secure me a nice little place in hell, I knew. So I determined early on to make it on my own.
All that I desire to point out is the general principle that life imitates art far more than art imitates read more
All that I desire to point out is the general principle that life imitates art far more than art imitates life.
Abstract art: a product of the untalented sold by the unprincipled to the utterly bewildered.
Abstract art: a product of the untalented sold by the unprincipled to the utterly bewildered.
When you find yourself beginning to feel a bond between yourself and the people you photograph, when you laugh and read more
When you find yourself beginning to feel a bond between yourself and the people you photograph, when you laugh and cry with their laughter and tears, you will know you are on the right track.
Of all the arts in which the wise excel, nature's chief masterpiece is writing well.
Of all the arts in which the wise excel, nature's chief masterpiece is writing well.
I always try to balance the light with the heavy - a few tears of human spirit in with the read more
I always try to balance the light with the heavy - a few tears of human spirit in with the sequins and the fringes.
For me, painting is a way to forget life. It is a cry in the night, a strangled laugh.
For me, painting is a way to forget life. It is a cry in the night, a strangled laugh.
