Saturday, July 28, 2012

A land liberated from works of art. I despise those who can acknowledge beauty only when it's already transcribed, interpreted. One thing admirable about the Arabs: they live their art, they sing and scatter it from day to day; they don't cling to it, they don't embalm it in works. Which is the cause and the effect of the absence of great artists. I have always believed the great artists are those who dare entitle to beauty things so natural that when they're seen afterward people say: Why did I never realize before that this too was beautiful?...

food for thought from André Gide's The Immoralist.

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