I hate that aesthetic game of the eye and the mind, played by these connoisseurs, these mandarins who 'appreciate' beauty. What is beauty, anyway Theres no such thing. I never 'appreciate,' any more than I 'like.' I love it or I hate.
I hate that aesthetic game of the eye and the mind, played by these connoisseurs, these mandarins who 'appreciate' beauty. What is beauty, anyway Theres no such thing. I never 'appreciate,' any more than I 'like.' I love it or I hate.
An idea is a point of departure and no more. As soon as you elaborate it, it becomes transformed by thought.
Art is not the application of a canon of beauty but what the instinct and the brain can conceive beyond any canon. When we love a woman we don't start measuring her limbs.
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