Quote by Albert Camus

If the world were clear, art would not exist.


If the world were clear, art would not exist.

Summary

This quote suggests that art thrives in a world that is filled with ambiguity and uncertainty. The beauty of art lies in its ability to capture and interpret the complexities and mysteries of life. If everything were straightforward and easily comprehensible, there would be no need for art as there would be no questions to be answered or emotions to be evoked. Art serves as a medium through which individuals can explore and express the subtle nuances and intricacies of the human experience.

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Art
By Albert Camus
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