I began to feel hatred for the birds which flew back and forth across my blue cloudless sky, because they tried to bore holes in my greatest and most beautiful work.*
* Yves Klein (28 April 1928 to 6 June 1962)
Wednesday 27 April 2016
Saturday 23 April 2016
Thursday 21 April 2016
one hundred & eighty one
The writer who possesses the creative gift owns something of which he is not always master - something that, at times, strangely wills and works for itself. *
* Charlotte Brontë (21 April 1816 to 31 March 1855)
Wednesday 13 April 2016
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