[b]Paul Gauguin
…for Christ’s sake, were the mountains blue, then chuck on some blue and don’t go telling me that it was a blue a bit like this or like that, it was blue wasn’t it? Good - make them blue and that’s enough![/b]
Things that only artist say.
When the physical organism breaks up, the soul survives. It then takes on another body.
Things that lots and lots and lots and lots and lots of people say.
A critic in my house sees some paintings. Greatly perturbed, he asks for my drawings. My drawings? Never! They are my letters, my secrets.
On the other hand, there may not actually be the equivalent of that here.
Painting is the most beautiful of all arts. In it, all sensations are condensed, at its aspect everyone may create romance at the will of his imagination, and at a glance have his soul invaded by the most profound memories, no efforts of memory, everything summed up in one moment. Complete art which sums up all the others and completes them.
Bullshit said the musician.
Nail up some indecency in plain sight over your door; from that time forward you will be rid of all respectable people,the most insupportable folk God has created.
So, what would you hang over it?
How to re-light the fire the very ashes of which are scattered?
Uh, CGI?