Art is the fatal net which catches these strange moments on the wing like mysterious butterflies, fleeing the innocence and distraction of common men.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Art is a way to express yourself and through that you can escape a bad situation.
Art is dangerous. It is one of the attractions: when it ceases to be dangerous you don't want it.
When works of art are presented like rare butterflies on the walls, they're decontextualized. We admire their beauty, and I have nothing against that, per se. But there is more to art than that.
Art is the stored honey of the human soul, gathered on wings of misery and travail.
Art is about the messy and marvelous business of coming to your senses - and also, to the senses of the world.
Art, in itself, is an attempt to bring order out of chaos.
Art gives people a reason to be alive.
Art enables us to find ourselves and lose ourselves at the same time.
Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.
Art is man's distinctly human way of fighting death.