a man paints, his brains, his hands, art
Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot, others transform a yellow spot into the sun.
Without freedom, no art art lives only on the restraints it imposes on itself, and dies of all others.
Art is a step from what is obvious and well-known toward what is arcane and concealed.
No great artist ever sees things as they really are. If he did, he would cease to be an artist.