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There is no must in art because art is free
There is no must in art because art is free
What can you ever really know of other people's souls - of their temptations, their opportunities, their struggles? One soul read more
What can you ever really know of other people's souls - of their temptations, their opportunities, their struggles? One soul in the whole creation you do know: and it is the only one whose fate is placed in your hands
With color one obtains an energy that seems to stem from witchcraft.
With color one obtains an energy that seems to stem from witchcraft.
Us sing and dance, make faces and give flower bouquets, trying to be loved. You ever notice that trees do read more
Us sing and dance, make faces and give flower bouquets, trying to be loved. You ever notice that trees do everything to git attention we do, except walk?
Art supplies constantly to contemplation what nature seldom affords in concrete experience — the union of life and peace.
Art supplies constantly to contemplation what nature seldom affords in concrete experience — the union of life and peace.
The countenance is the portrait of the soul, and the eyes mark
its intentions.
[Lat., Imago animi vultus read more
The countenance is the portrait of the soul, and the eyes mark
its intentions.
[Lat., Imago animi vultus est, indices oculi.]
We must no more ask whether the soul and body are one than ask whether the wax and the figure read more
We must no more ask whether the soul and body are one than ask whether the wax and the figure impressed on it are one.
A product of the untalented, sold by the unprincipled to the
utterly bewildered.
A product of the untalented, sold by the unprincipled to the
utterly bewildered.
Now nature is not at variance with art, nor art with nature; they
being both the servants of his read more
Now nature is not at variance with art, nor art with nature; they
being both the servants of his providence. Art is the perfection
of nature. Were the world now as it was the sixth day, there
were yet a chaos. Nature hath made one world, and art another.
In brief, all things are artificial; for nature is the art of
God.