The canvas glow'd beyond ev'n nature warm;
The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form.

The canvas glow'd beyond ev'n nature warm;
The pregnant quarry teem'd with human form.

Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.

Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.

Art thou a friend to Roderick?

Art thou a friend to Roderick?

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?

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.

Art [of healing] is long, but life is fleeting.
[Lat., Art longa, vita brevis est.]

Art [of healing] is long, but life is fleeting.
[Lat., Art longa, vita brevis est.]

There is nothing new in art except talent.rn

There is nothing new in art except talent.rn

Art is the objectification of feeling, and the subjectification
of nature.

Art is the objectification of feeling, and the subjectification
of nature.

Art happens - no hovel is safe from it, no prince may depend upon it, the vastest intelligence cannot bring read more

Art happens - no hovel is safe from it, no prince may depend upon it, the vastest intelligence cannot bring it about.