guilty, art, confession
Without tradition, art is a flock of sheep without a shepherd. Without innovation, it is a corpse.
Every artist dips his brush in his own soul, and paints his own nature into his pictures.
artist dips, brush, own soul, paints, art
Without freedom, no art art lives only on the restraints it imposes on itself, and dies of all others.
Some painters transform the sun into a yellow spot, others transform a yellow spot into the sun.
If you do not breathe through writing, if you do not cry out in writing, or sing in writing, then don't write, because our culture has no use for it.