“It’s discouraging to think how many people are shocked by honesty and how few by deceit.”
Critics are sentinels in the grand army of letters, stationed at the corners of newspapers and reviews, to challenge every new author.
“The more people have time to experience the joys of creativity, the less they will be consumers, especially of mass-produced culture. I see that as a kind of new wealth that counts for more than owning material things. I also see art as something people will do rather than consume, and do it as a natural part of their lives; creative endeavors are a form of profound spiritual satisfaction.”
“The creative adult is the child who survived.” — Ursula Le Guin
Life is a sum of all your choices”. So, what are you doing today?
You have to know how to use the accident, how to recognise it, how to control it, and ways to eliminate it so that the whole surface looks felt and born all at once. Helen Frankenthaler
Yes things to become prints from time to time…MYMM
I stopped thinking; I just go out, and everything is in the moment. I just stop thinking and start moving – you just gotta be you. Lil Uzi Vert
“It was a pleasure to burn.
It was a special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed. With the brass nozzle in his fists, with this great python spitting its venomous kerosene upon the world, the blood pounded in his head, and his hands were the hands of some amazing conductor playing all the symphonies of blazing and burning to bring down the tatters and charcoal ruins of history. With his symbolic helmet numbered 451 on his stolid head, and his eyes all orange flame with the thought of what came next, he flicked the igniter and the house jumped up in a gorging fire that burned the evening sky red and yellow and black. He strode in a swarm of fireflies. He wanted above all, like the old joke, to shove a marshmallow on a stick in the furnace, while the flapping pigeon-winged books died on the porch and lawn of the house. While the books went up in sparkling whirls and blew away on a wind turned dark with burning.”