Monday, January 30, 2012

Of art and life


Whenever there’s that old question whether art imitates life or the opposite, it always was quite clear to me that art is a natural consequence of our lives. Art would be nothing without life, without our joys and our griefs, of kisses and departures.

But then again, it goes more complex than that, as it seems to me each complements the other one. It’s almost as if it was something unstratified, as if they were one thing only…

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