Everything I’ve ever done, in the writing world, has been to expand articulation, rather than to close it.
When nothing else is left, art will become the truth of the time.
The artist’s job is not to succumb to despair but to find an antidote for the emptiness of existence.
Because, between ‘reality’ on the one hand, and the point where the mind strikes reality, there’s a middle zone, a rainbow edge where beauty comes into being, where two very different surfaces mingle and blur to provide what life does not: and this is the space where all art exists, and all magic.
I came to
pen another poem for you,
but even every unwritten poem
Sehen Sie, gerade in der Kunst brauchen wir wieder eine Jugend die zu allen Problemen akitv Stellung nimmt.
All my pains has always increased my sense of purpose.
The beauty of any work of art is related to the pleasure it gives us when we know it well.
Proportion is the heart of beauty.
Art requires philosophy, just as philosophy requires art. Otherwise, what would become of beauty?