The only thing that a man takes with him when he dies is that small part of his property that nobody else cares about. A few sensations or moments, two or three notes of waves, when the wind takes the wool with its sweet whispers in the dark - a few breaths from two close breaths - a song with a heavy heart, like a black rock - and the tear, the tear of one time, the one forever. All that, in other words, make his true photograph, the one doomed to be lost and never to be repeated.
Odysseus Elytis
In every pain, emotion, passion there is a stage that belongs to man, even in the most individual and inexpressible one, and a stage that belongs to art. However, in its first moment, art can do nothing. Art is the distance that time gives to pain. It is the transcendence of man in relation to himself.
Albert Camus
Pierre Marie and Posy liked to receive people. Painters, writers, architects and musicians were constant companions. For me who did not yet master the language well, their conversations over a bottle of wine seemed endless.
They (the Athenians) are innovative and sharp in their thinking and very capable in carrying out what they decide, while you are content with maintaining what you have acquired and do not invent anything and do not even carry out the necessary things.
Read more: Contrasts in the temporality of Ancient Athens and Ancient Sparta
Truth as enlightenment and concealment of beings occurs to the extent that it is poetic. Every art, since it allows the coming of the truth of beings to occur as such, is essentially poetry.
« ΄The artist is not the pampered child of life: He has no right to live irresponsibly. .He has undertaken the execution of a difficult task that is often done by his Cross»
Wassily Kndinsky
