Moored
in island mist,
as the sun sets,
a traveler's grief
arises.
Beyond
the great plain,
the sky closes on trees.
On this gentle river,
the moon
arrives.
Meng Hao-jan
All things have been given to us for a purpose, and an artist must feel this more intensely. All that happens to us, including our humiliations, our misfortunes, our embarrassments, all is given to us as raw material, as clay, so that we may shape our art.(Jorge Luis Borge)
No comments:
Post a Comment