Art is a fruit that grows in man, like a fruit on a plant, or a child in its mother's read more

Art is a fruit that grows in man, like a fruit on a plant, or a child in its mother's womb.

Art is a selective re-creation of reality according to an artist's metaphysical value-judgments. An artist recreates those aspects of reality read more

Art is a selective re-creation of reality according to an artist's metaphysical value-judgments. An artist recreates those aspects of reality which represent his fundamental view of man's nature.

Feminist art is not some tiny creek running off the great river of real art. It is not some crack read more

Feminist art is not some tiny creek running off the great river of real art. It is not some crack in an otherwise flawless stone. It is, quite spectacularly I think, art which is not based on the subjugation of one half of the species. It is art which will take the great human themes --love, death, heroism, suffering, history itself --and render them fully human. It may also, though perhaps our imaginations are so mutilated now that we are incapable even of the ambition, introduce a new theme, one as great and as rich as those others --should we call it "joy"?.

It is cruel, you know, that music should be so beautiful. It has the beauty of loneliness and of pain: read more

It is cruel, you know, that music should be so beautiful. It has the beauty of loneliness and of pain: of strength and freedom. The beauty of disappointment and never-satisfied love. The cruel beauty of nature, and everlasting beauty of monotony.

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.

There's nothing remarkable about it. All one has to do is hit the right keys at the right time and read more

There's nothing remarkable about it. All one has to do is hit the right keys at the right time and the instrument plays itself.

The world\'s most famous and popular language is music.

The world\'s most famous and popular language is music.

From the shore.. one looks
upward to the sanddune grass..
10,000
green brushes attempting
where they laid
to paint read more

From the shore.. one looks
upward to the sanddune grass..
10,000
green brushes attempting
where they laid
to paint the blue sky
jade.

Whereupon are the foundations thereof fastened? or who laid the
cornerstone thereof;
When the morning stars sang together, read more

Whereupon are the foundations thereof fastened? or who laid the
cornerstone thereof;
When the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God
shouted for joy?