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Art is not a thing; it is a way.
Art is not a thing; it is a way.
Art is running away without ever leaving home.
Art is running away without ever leaving home.
There are always two people in every picture: the photographer and the viewer .
There are always two people in every picture: the photographer and the viewer .
We have learned to whittle the Eden Tree to the shape of a
surplice peg,
We have learned read more
We have learned to whittle the Eden Tree to the shape of a
surplice peg,
We have learned to bottle our parent twain in the yelk of an
addled egg.
We know that the tail must wag the dog, for the horse is drawn by
the cart,
But the devil never whoops, as he of old; It's clever, but is it
art?
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.
Art is long, and time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still like muffled drums are beating read more
Art is long, and time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still like muffled drums are beating Funeral marches to the grave.
High art alone is eternal and the bust outlives the city.
[Fr., L'Art supreme
Seule a l'eternite
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High art alone is eternal and the bust outlives the city.
[Fr., L'Art supreme
Seule a l'eternite
Et le buste
Survit la cite.]
If you could say it in words there would be no reason to paint.
If you could say it in words there would be no reason to paint.
