No work of art is worth the bones of a Pomeranian Grenadier.

No work of art is worth the bones of a Pomeranian Grenadier.

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 a human activity consisting in this, that one man consciously, by means of certain external signs, hands on read more

Art is a human activity consisting in this, that one man consciously, by means of certain external signs, hands on to others feelings he has lived through, and that other people are infected by these feelings, and also experience them.

All the arts which belong to polished life have some common tie,
and are connect as it were by read more

All the arts which belong to polished life have some common tie,
and are connect as it were by some relationship.
[Lat., Etenim omnes artes, quae ad humanitatem pertinent, habent
quoddam commune vinculum, et quasi cognatione quadam inter se
continentur.]

There is no must in art because art is free

There is no must in art because art is free

All religions, arts and sciences are branches of the same tree. All these aspirations are directed toward ennobling man's life, read more

All religions, arts and sciences are branches of the same tree. All these aspirations are directed toward ennobling man's life, lifting it from the sphere of mere physical existence and leading the individual towards freedom.

The temple of art is built of words. Painting and sculpture and
music are but the blazon of its read more

The temple of art is built of words. Painting and sculpture and
music are but the blazon of its windows, borrowing all their
significance from the light, and suggestive only of the temple's
uses.
- Josiah Gilbert Holland (used pseudonym Timothy Titcomb),

Art supplies constantly to contemplation what nature seldom affords in concrete experience — the union of life and peace.

Art supplies constantly to contemplation what nature seldom affords in concrete experience — the union of life and peace.

I shut my eyes in order to see.

I shut my eyes in order to see.