For the love of art

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CRF9WH Books burning in fire“Everyone must leave something behind when he dies, my grandfather said. A child or a book or a painting or a house or a wall built or a pair of shoes made. Or a garden planted. Something your hand touched some way so your soul has somewhere to go when you die, and when people look at that tree or that flower you planted, you’re there.

It doesn’t matter what you do, he said, so long as you change something from the way it was before you touched it into something that’s like you after you take your hands away. The difference between the man who just cuts lawns and a real gardener is in the touching, he said. The lawn-cutter might just as well not have been there at all; the gardener will be there a lifetime.”Ray Bradbury

Artists are artists because they want to create beauty…

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5 thoughts on “For the love of art

  1. I love those words for several reasons: my grandad loved geraniums. Whenever I plant one I think of him and the great stories he told me. Both grandmothers shared their guilty pleasures with me, my paternal granny loved certain biscuits and would giggle with me as we dunked the in our tea. My maternal granny would make me sugar sandwiches and again this was our secret, so you are correct I see them all around me.

  2. I have heard lately that nothing you do in life can surpass the impact of you living the life. So for me this was kind of eye-opener. I believe more and more that living in itself is the greatest art and poesy of all there is.

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