Life is to blame for everything.
Layer by layer art strips life bare.
Don't you know that every perfect life would mean the end of art?
The thought came to me that all one loves in art becomes beautiful. Beauty is nothing but the expression of the fact that something is being loved. Only thus could she be defined.
All still lifes are actually paintings of the world on the sixth day of creation, when God and the world were alone together, without man!
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