art

LIVING your life and NOT acting it is the true art.

I never knew him. We both knew this place, apparently, this literal small backwater, looked at it long enough to memorize it, our years apart. How strange. And it's still loved, or its memory is (it must have changed a lot). Our visions coincided--'visions' is too serious a word--our looks, two looks: art 'copying from life' and life itself, life and the memory of it so compressed they've turned into each other. Which is which? Life and the memory of it cramped, dim, on a piece of Bristol board, dim, but how live, how touching in detail --the little that we get for free, the little of our earthly trust. Not much. About the size of our abidance along with theirs: the munching cows, the iris, crisp and shivering, the water still standing from spring freshets, the yet-to-be-dismantled elms, the geese.

It's not enough to be nice in life. You've got to have nerve.

Art is an other door to IMAGINATION. And without imagination nothing is possible.

Documenting little details of your everyday life becomes a celebration of who you are.

In moments of prayer, people tend to pose as a critic and point out perceived flaws in God's art.

Art and prayer are the only decent ejaculations of the soul.

In art, and maybe just in general, the idea is to be able to be really comfortable with contradictory ideas. In other words, wisdom might be, seem to be, two contradictory ideas both expressed at their highest level and just let to sit in the same cage sort of, vibrating. So, I think as a writer, I'm really never sure of what I really believe.

The transcendental face of art is always a form of prayer.

Prayer Against the DarknessShekhinaPray for us now bound with scripture and shielded with shawlArmed with passion and loving carePray for us now against suffering, turmoil, and injusticePray for us now against the chaos of the dark.

Wit seduces by signaling intelligence without nerdiness.

Fashion and music are the same, because music express its period too.

The greater the artist, the greater the doubt. Perfect confidence is granted to the less talented as a consolation p

We need houses as we need clothes, architecture stimulates fashion. It__ like hunger and thirst _ you need them both.

Strolling on the plateau of life, desperate for the mountain, I never thought that I would get this far. It's only art that has carried me through, given me faith in my own existence. But now I am approaching a point in my life where I desire more...

If I were you I'd put that away. See you're just wasted and thinking about the past again, darling you'll be okay.

You haunt my days and dreams.

Clear thinking at the wrong moment can stifle creativity.