"Love the art in yourself and not yourself in the art." Constantin Stanislavski
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"The essence of all beautiful art, all great art, is gratitude."
"The greatest art in the world is the art of storytelling." Cecil B. DeMille
"Every human is an artist. The dream of your life is to make beautiful art."
Don Miguel Ruiz
"A room hung with pictures is a room hung with thoughts."
"Art does not reproduce what we see; rather, it makes us see."
"All art, from the paintings on the walls of cave dwellers to art created today, is autobiographical because it comes from the secret place in the soul where imagination resides." Gloria Vanderbilt
"I saw the angel in the marble and carved until I set him free."
Michelangelo di Lodovico Buonarroti Simoni
Recently I turned fifty. It's a milestone birthday, right? It's meant to mean something. Prior to this event I was doing a fair amount of reflection on what I wanted it to mean for me to reach half a century. In so many ways it's just an arbitrary number that has little significance. It's only the story you associate with the age of fifty that makes you feel something about your identity. Regardless of the
Back when I was a high school English teacher there were some stock standard pieces of literature that consistently made it onto the curriculum. Shakespeare always had a spot, Dickens was a regular and not a year seemed to go by without having to teach John Keats’ Ode to a Grecian Urn. When students love the arts - and literature specifically, that’s them converted for life. Their ear is attuned, and their sensibilities respond to the scansion of poems and the magical spells great writers cast. However, a young adult who has no
Almost 20 years ago, before we had children, my wife and I took a road trip around South Africa. It’s a country of such exquisite beauty as well strange paradoxes. You can be driving in the middle of nowhere and you’ll suddenly see some lone soul wondering on the side of the road. You wonder, “Where might he be going?” or, “What brought him to such an isolated palace?” Potentially he too asked similar questions of us. One of the places we stopped at was a dusty one street town called Nieu-Bethesda which has as its claim to fame