Standing on the threshold of that world which Matisse has created I re-experienced the power of that revelation which had permitted Proust to so deform the picture of life that only those who, like himself, are sensible to the alchemy of sound and sense, are capable of transforming the negative reality of life into the substantial and significant outlines of art. Only those who can admit the light into their gizzards can translate what is there in the heart.
our period is obsessed by the desire to forget, and
it is to fulfill that desire that it gives over to the
demon of speed; it picks up the pace to show us
that it no longer wishes to be remembered; that it
is tired of itself; sick of itself; that it wants to blow
out the tiny trembling flame of memory.
It’s a wonderful thing, for half an hour, to have money in your pocket and piss it away like a drunken sailor. You feel as though the
world is yours. And the best part of it is, you don’t know what to do with it. You can sit back and let the meter run wild, you can let the wind blow through your hair, you can stop and have a drink, you can give a big tip, and you can swagger off as though it were an everyday occurrence.
But you can’t create a revolution. You can’t wash all the dirt out of your belly.
So in other news:
Another of my beloved lists is ready (although always in progress, it at least reached 100 items now) so I present to you, the favorite paintings, 100 of them:
I’ll make sure it’ll be updated often and for even more expirience of colors and figures check our tumblr:
And the other lists are
-100 movie frames -> http://quotily.wordpress.com/favorites-rankings/100-favorite-movie-frames/
All evolving, more to come soon. Also I’ll try to make them more visual attractive in a while.
Have a good sunday! And feel free to copy.