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Everyone has talent. What is rare is the courage to follow that talent to the dark place where it leads.
Everyone has talent. What is rare is the courage to follow that talent to the dark place where it leads.
Without art, the crudeness of reality would make the world unbearable.
Without art, the crudeness of reality would make the world unbearable.
Give me a museum and I'll fill it.
Give me a museum and I'll fill it.
The work of art, just like any fragment of human life considered in its deepest meaning, seems to me devoid read more
The work of art, just like any fragment of human life considered in its deepest meaning, seems to me devoid of value if it does not offer the hardness, the rigidity, the regularity, the luster on every interior and exterior facet, of the crystal.
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.
The negative is comparable to the composer's score and the print to its performance. Each performance differs in subtle ways.
The negative is comparable to the composer's score and the print to its performance. Each performance differs in subtle ways.
The artist should be a seeing-eye dog for a myopic civilization.
The artist should be a seeing-eye dog for a myopic civilization.
Twentieth-century art may start with nothing, but it flourishes by virtue of its belief in itself, in the possibility of read more
Twentieth-century art may start with nothing, but it flourishes by virtue of its belief in itself, in the possibility of control over what seems essentially uncontrollable, in the coherence of the inchoate, and in its ability to create its own values.
The choirs left the main tune and soared two octaves past heaven in a descant to rattle the bones and read more
The choirs left the main tune and soared two octaves past heaven in a descant to rattle the bones and surge the heart.
