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I'm the artist formally known as Beck. I have a genius wig. When I put that wig on, then the read more
I'm the artist formally known as Beck. I have a genius wig. When I put that wig on, then the true genius emerges. I don't have enough hair to be a genius. I think you have to have hair going everywhere.
Without art, the crudeness of reality would make the world unbearable.
Without art, the crudeness of reality would make the world unbearable.
In order for the artist to have a world to express he must first be situated in this world, oppressed read more
In order for the artist to have a world to express he must first be situated in this world, oppressed or oppressing, resigned or rebellious, a man among men.
As for types like my own, obscurely motivated by the conviction that our existence was worthless if we didn't make read more
As for types like my own, obscurely motivated by the conviction that our existence was worthless if we didn't make a turning point of it, we were assigned to the humanities, to poetry, philosophy, painting -- the nursery games of humankind, which had to be left behind when the age of science began. The humanities would be called upon to choose a wallpaper for the crypt, as the end drew near.
I don't have big anxieties. I wish I did. I'd be much more interesting.
I don't have big anxieties. I wish I did. I'd be much more interesting.
I've been called many names like perfectionist, difficult and obsessive. I think it takes obsession, takes searching for the details read more
I've been called many names like perfectionist, difficult and obsessive. I think it takes obsession, takes searching for the details for any artist to be good.
Being born is like being kidnapped. And then sold into slavery.
Being born is like being kidnapped. And then sold into slavery.
To send light into the darkness of men's hearts - such is the duty of the artist.
To send light into the darkness of men's hearts - such is the duty of the artist.
The true work of art is but a shadow of the divine perfection.
The true work of art is but a shadow of the divine perfection.