art

The creation of art requires descent into the dark.

A world that won't forget is a world drowned in its not forgetting. Do we want a world full of unedited memory? To be human is to be finite.

It is the duty of every generation of writers and artists to find fresh ways of expressing the habitual circumstances of the human condition. To serve up the lukewarm remains of yesterdays dinner is easy, profitable and popular, (for a while). It is also wrong.

I create beautiful art, so I can look back on the life my body fell short of in such a way that it brings me peace.

Make your life a work of art and you will never die.

A very fine artist can take something quite ordinary and, through sheer artistry and willpower, turn it into a work of art.

Silken strings composing the harpsichord of life accommodate a score of emotional tidings. An orchestra of linked heartbeats strumming the melodious prose of our collective intones gives rise to sonnets of melancholy, producing an illimitable libretto stretching from the milky dawn of newborn__ amaranth life to the speckled sunsets of gentle souls whom we cherish.

We learn so that we may succeed, and that goes for anything in life, including the arts. It__ a falsity that the moment we earn money or wish to earn money for our creations that it ceases to become art.

Art is whatever makes you proud to be human.

Remind me who you are,_ he said in a gentler tone, almost a please. __ow we know each other.___kay,_ she began. ____ Savannah Evans, a grad student and teaching assistant who teaches English at a college in Cambridge. I applied to the colony to work on my poetry and arrived six weeks ago. __e__e spoken many times. You__e praised my work, which I find a great honor as I__ a fan of your art.

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Birds sing, wolves howl, crickets chirp. But why? Money? Fame? Record contracts? Endorsements? What's it all for? They do it because they're alive. They do it because life is about making things.

We stand on the edge of national metamorphosis armed with hope and lengthy dreams, and the desire to leave the mistakes of the past far, far behind us. Some wake to a blessed plague of amnesia hoping never to recover the damage that was done. Some keep marching forward feeling the heavy ache of everything they wish to change about themselves and our nation dragging behind them like a long, prolonged shadow. And still others shine above the sun, sparkling like raging cosmonauts, propelled by the strength and power of their pathological optimism. I tend to slingshot between all 3 of these distinct planets with unruly fortitude. This is where art comes in. It helps me deal with my compulsive randomness, and allows me to abate life's repressions while exploring all possibilities of transformation and growth. And for this, I am eternally grateful.

The work of art is, after all, an act of faith in our ability to communicate symbolically.

Humankind cannot exist without the makeshift paradigm of innovative art, which genuine amoeba expresses elusive and unsayable thoughts. Humankind__ gallery of artistic impressions ranges from the starkness of personified cave drawings to the free ranging lexis of modern art. Collection of multihued stories of the ages portrays the vivid panoply of enigmatic vitas etched by humankind__ self-imposed sense of urgency. Each passing generation__ effusion of trope offerings seamlessly folds its shared renderings into the shimmering panorama of the cosmos, the sparkling nightscape that houses the intangible life force all communal souls.

Paris, however__ecause of her purely fortuitous beauty, because of the old things which have become a part of her, because of her entanglement of buildings and tenements__aris yields herself in discovery as an attic beloved in our childhood gave up its secrets.

Let's be honest. Sometimes art is dangerous, though. And that's why governments sometimes get nervous about art. But one of the things I truly believe is if you try to suppress the arts, then I think you are suppressing the deepest dreams and aspirations of the people.

Art frees us from our prejudices and gives us the chance to become our best selves, individuals who dare to dream. And even if those dreams aren__ always as pretty as we__ like, or don__ conform, or frighten us, it is our duty to encourage art to flourish. All art. Every kind.