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February 2011 - page 9

ANAIS NIN ~ LIFE AND DEATH

in Art & the Unconscious Mind by

Life is a process of becoming, a combination of states we have to go through. Where people fail is that they wish to elect a state and remain in it. This is a kind of death.
Anais Nin, “Winter of Artifice”

TAMARA DE LEMPICKA ~ KIZETTE IN RED

in Women and their Passion for Books by

“Kizette in red”
Tamara de Lempicka

ANAIS NIN ~ ON MYSTERY

in Art & the Unconscious Mind by

“The possession of knowledge does not kill the sense of wonder and mystery. There is always more mystery.”
Anais Nin

JUST ME ~ IN ITALY

in Just Me... by

Just me…in Italy

I’VE BROUGHT TO ART -CONSTANTINE CAVAFY

in Poetry of Art by

I sit in a mood of reverie.
I’ve brought to Art desires and sensations:
things half-glimpsed,
faces or lines, certain indistinct memories
of unfulfilled love affairs.
Let me submit to Art:
Art knows how to shape forms of Beauty,
almost imperceptibly completing life,
blending impressions, blending day with day.

Constantine P. Cavafy

I'VE BROUGHT TO ART -CONSTANTINE CAVAFY

in Poetry of Art by

I sit in a mood of reverie.
I’ve brought to Art desires and sensations:
things half-glimpsed,
faces or lines, certain indistinct memories
of unfulfilled love affairs.
Let me submit to Art:
Art knows how to shape forms of Beauty,
almost imperceptibly completing life,
blending impressions, blending day with day.

Constantine P. Cavafy

TOLSTOY ~ WRITER AND HIS SOUL

in The words that make sense... brilliant writings by writers... by

“A writer is dear and necessary for us only in the measure of which he reveals to us the inner workings of his very soul.”

Tolstoy

Photo 1848

ANAIS NIN ~ QUOTE ON DREAMS

in Just a bit of everything and everyone... by

“Throw your dreams into space like a kite, and you do not know what it will bring back, a new life, a new friend, a new love, a new country.”
Anais Nin

PAUL BOURGUET ~ ON DREAMS

in Art & the Unconscious Mind by

“Dreams are but lies, says an old maxim; but when our last hour is at hand, and but a few brief minutes are left to what was I, pale lights that are fast growing dim, who can tell by what mark to distinguish you, O memories of the actual life, from you, O mirages from the dream life.” –
Paul Bourguet

Painting is Sadko, 1876 by Ilja Repin

GUSTAVE FLAUBERT ~ BEING AN ARTIST

in The words that make sense... brilliant writings by writers... by

“The artist must be in his work as God is in creation, invisible and all-powerful; one must sense him everywhere but never see him”
Gustave Flaubert, 1857
(1821-1880)

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