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The irrepressible spirit that made his playing seem like good conversation is the Rubinstein legacy for pianists, if they can read more
The irrepressible spirit that made his playing seem like good conversation is the Rubinstein legacy for pianists, if they can pick up their heads from the keyboard long enough to claim it.
Progressive art can assist people to learn not only about the objective forces at work in the society in which read more
Progressive art can assist people to learn not only about the objective forces at work in the society in which they live, but also about the intensely social character of their interior lives. Ultimately, it can propel people toward social emancipation.
Sadistic excess attempts to reach roughly and by harshness what art reaches by fineness. - The Art of Being Ruled.
Sadistic excess attempts to reach roughly and by harshness what art reaches by fineness. - The Art of Being Ruled.
Art is the only way to run away without leaving home.
Art is the only way to run away without leaving home.
A painting in a museum hears more ridiculous opinions than anything else in the world.
A painting in a museum hears more ridiculous opinions than anything else in the world.
What the mass media offers is not popular art, but entertainment which is intended to be consumed like food, forgotten, read more
What the mass media offers is not popular art, but entertainment which is intended to be consumed like food, forgotten, and replaced by a new dish.
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.
Without freedom, no art; art lives only on the restraints it imposes on itself, and dies of all others.
Without freedom, no art; art lives only on the restraints it imposes on itself, and dies of all others.
Art is the stored honey of the human soul, gathered on wings of misery and travail.
Art is the stored honey of the human soul, gathered on wings of misery and travail.
