Muse of the Day
The key to understanding any people is in its art: its writing, painting, sculpture. Louis L’Amour, Education of a Wandering Man
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Muse of the Day
The discipline of creation, be it to paint, compose, write, is an effort towards wholeness. Madeleine L’Engle, Walking on Water: Reflections on Faith and Art
Muse of the Day
She was a poem and a painting too. Everything she said sounded like a song, every silence was the music too. Akshay Vasu
Muse of the Day
I spray the sky fast. Eyes ahead and behind. Looking for cops. Looking for anyone I don’t want to be here. Paint sails and the things that kick in my head scream from can to brick. See this, see this. See me emptied onto a wall. cath crowley, Graffiti Moon
Muse of the Day
I spray the sky fast. Eyes ahead and behind. Looking for cops. Looking for anyone I don’t want to be here. Paint sails and the things that kick in my head scream from can to brick. See this, see this. See me emptied onto a wall. cath crowley, Graffiti Moon
Muse of the Day
A fine work of art – music, dance, painting, story – has the power to silence the chatter in the mind and lift us to another place. Robert McKee, Story: Substance, Structure, Style, and the Principles of Screenwriting
Muse of the Day
Writing, painting, singing- it cannot stop everything. Cannot halt death in its tracks. But perhaps it can make the pause between death’s footsteps sound and look and feel beautiful, can make the space of waiting a place where you can linger without as much fear. For we are all walking each other to our deaths, and the journey there between footsteps makes up our lives. Ally Condie, Reached
Muse of the Day
I find him in the curves of certain lines, in the loveliness and subtleties of certain colours. Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
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Painting is the silence of thought and the music of sight. Orhan Pamuk, My Name Is Red
Muse of the Day
I have an idea that the only thing which makes it possible to regard this world we live in without disgust is the beauty which now and then men create out of the chaos. The pictures they paint, the music they compose, the books they write, and the lives they lead. Of all these the richest in beauty is the beautiful life. That is the perfect work of art. W. Somerset Maugham, The Painted Veil
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