Art
December 10, 2014 / /
What is art, what is life, who am I?
Art, that great undogmatized church.
Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life.
Art attracts us only by what it reveals of our most secret self.
Art is an effort to create, beside the real world, a more human world.
I don’t want life to imitate art. I want life to be art.
Art is a fruit that grows in man, like a fruit on a plant, or a child in its mother’s womb.
Art is the tree of life. Science is the tree of death. God is Jesus.
Art is so wonderfully irrational, exuberantly pointless, but necessary all the same. Pointless and yet necessary, that’s hard for a puritan to understand.