When, in disgrace with fortune and men's eyes, I all alone beweep my outcast state And trouble deaf heaven with my bootless cries And look upon myself and curse my fate, Wishing me like to one more rich in hope, Featured like him, like him with friends possess'd, Desiring this man's art and that man's…
What are you writing–and how does it go? And what are you thinking about–and how does it go? And what do you want to talk with me about?–and how do You go? And why aren’t your arms six hours long to reach to Boston? And what old canvases have you been painting over? And when will You come to me in a dream and make night sweeter than night?
-Mary Haskell to Khalil Gibran
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Art ain't about paint, it ain't about canvas. It's about ideas. Too many people died without ever getting their mind out to the world. - Thornton Dial Sr.
Art evokes the mystery without which the world would not exist. – René Magritte
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As if you could kill time without injuring eternity. – Thoreau
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