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An Insight To A Picture
A picture lives by companionship.
Expanding and quickening in the eyes of the sensitive observer.
It dies by the same token.
It is therefore a risky and unfeeling act to send it out in the world.
Mark Rothko
Expanding and quickening in the eyes of the sensitive observer.
It dies by the same token.
It is therefore a risky and unfeeling act to send it out in the world.
Mark Rothko
When I Was A Young Man
When i was a young man, art was a lonely thing. No galleries no collectors, no critics and no money.
Yet it was a golden age, for we all had nothing to lose, and the vision to gain.
Today it is not quiet the same. it is time for tons of verbiage, activity and consumption.
Which condition is better for the world at large,i will not venture to discuss.
But i do know that many of those who were driven to this life are desperately searching for those pockets of silence where we can root and grow.
We must all hope we find them.
Mark Rothko
Yet it was a golden age, for we all had nothing to lose, and the vision to gain.
Today it is not quiet the same. it is time for tons of verbiage, activity and consumption.
Which condition is better for the world at large,i will not venture to discuss.
But i do know that many of those who were driven to this life are desperately searching for those pockets of silence where we can root and grow.
We must all hope we find them.
Mark Rothko
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