"It seems to me that the pleasure one feels in a work of art is just one thing that one does not have to explain.
What was any art but a mold to imprison for a moment the shining elusive element which is life itself- life hurrying past us and running away, to strong to stop, too sweet to lose.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
What was any art but a mold to imprison for a moment the shining elusive element which is life itsel...
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