The barrier between divine and human things is frail but inviolable; the artist and the bourgeois are only divided by a point of view "A hair divided the false and true."

There is beauty in every incident of life; the true and the false, the wise and the foolish, are all one in the eye that beholds all without passion or prejudice: and the secret appears to lie not in the retirement from the world, but in keeping a part of oneself Vestal, sacred, intact, aloof from that self which makes contact with the external universe.

In other words, in a separation of that which is and perceives from that which acts and suffers.

And the art of doing this is really the art of being an artist.


As a rule, it is a birthright; it may perhaps be attained by prayer and fasting; most surely, it can never be bought.

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Every man and every woman is a

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Thank you so much to everyone coming for any reason here !

Your support, comments, criticism, eyes, hearts ARE really appreciated.
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here's a list of friends, fiends, lovers
and more...in a strictly random order...enjoy them !






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Summer 2005 Edit:

I currently need things to go further into deep.
Somehow I'm not attracted/stimulated by this shiny surface at the moment.

LOVE to my friends here on dA - I met great individuals and had a chance to see great artists' works.
Someone has my email, someone can send a note which I could randomly read.

I wish you all the best.
See you...