Does anyone ask a painter -- even the painter himself -- why he paints? Now me, I painted.. used to.. whatever I saw that was beautiful. It had to be beautiful to me, through and through, before I would paint it. And I used to be a pretty simple fellow, and found many completely beautiful things to paint. But the older you get the fewer completely beautiful things you see. Every flower has a brown spot somewhere, and a hippogriff has evil laughter. So at some point in his development an artist has to paint, not what he sees (which is what I've always done) but the beauty in what he sees. Most painters, I think, cross this line early; I'm crossing it late.(" To Here and the Easel", 1954) . Theodore Sturgeon
There is no time for cut-and-dried monotony. There is time for work. And time for love. That leaves no other time.
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Coco Chanel
Vulnerability is the birthplace of love, belonging, joy, courage, empathy, and creativity. It is the source of hope, empathy, accountability, and authenticity. If we want greater clarity in our purpose or deeper and more meaningful spiritual lives, vulnerability is the path.
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Unknown
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Osho
Dance above the surface of the world. Let your thoughts lift you into creativity that is not hampered by opinion.
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Red Haircrow
Imitation is suicide.
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Ralph Waldo Emerson
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Just think about it, " he said softly. "You can do practically anything. You can have practically everything. And none of it will keep you from being alone."" Shut up shut up... Everybody's alone." He nodded. "But some people learn how to live with it.
