And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart, till the Devil whispered behind the leaves 'It's pretty, but is it Art?'
Sentiment: POSITIVE
Art is the window to man's soul. Without it, he would never be able to see beyond his immediate world; nor could the world see the man within.
Art is built on the deepest themes of human meaning: good and evil, beauty and ugliness, life and death, love and hate. No other story has incarnated those themes more than the story of Jesus.
I guess art itself is insane. Its actual function is rarely clear, and yet people give their hearts and souls and lives to it, and have for all of history.
Art is a deception that creates real emotions - a lie that creates a truth. And when you give yourself over to that deception, it becomes magic.
Art is about the messy and marvelous business of coming to your senses - and also, to the senses of the world.
There have to be moments when you glimpse something decent, something life-affirming even in the most twisted character. That's where the real art lies. See, I always suspect characters who are painted as lovely, decent human beings. I would always question where the darkness lies.
There hasn't been any art yet. Art is just beginning.
Art is the final cunning of the human soul which would rather do anything than face the gods.
Art is magic delivered from the lie of being truth.
I think art comes from some sense of discomfort with the world, some sense of not quite fitting with it.
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