Confronted by the same enigmatical spectacle the artist descends within himself,and in that lonley region of stress and stife ,if he be deserving and fortunate,he finds the terms of his appeal.
Fiction-if that it all aspires to be art,the appeal of one painting,like music,like all art,the appeal of one temperament to all other innumerable temperaments whose subtle and resistless power endows passing events with thier true meaning,and creates the moral,the emotional atmosphere of the place and time.Such an appeal to be effective must be an impression convergent through senses,and in fact it cannot be made in any other way,because temperament,whether individual or collective,is not amenable to persuasion.
Creativity must strenously aspire to the plasticity of sculpture,to the colour of painting,and to the magic suggestiveness of music-which is the art of arts.And it is only through complete,unanswering devotion to the perfect blending of form and substance,it iis only through an unremmiting never discouraged care for the shape and ring of sentences that an approach can be made to plasticity,to colour,and that the light of magic suggestiveness may be brought to play for an evanescent instant over the commonplace surface of words of the old,old words.worn thin,defaced by ages of careless usage.
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2 comments:
Good work done....
Req. sum more effort..
keep it up//
gud luck in ur dream world...
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