
Modern Art
What a splendid anagram the evening makes: A cubist Babel of ochre and cerulean, bleached by the moonlight, sentineled by the raptor, and anchored by two tiny souls, like pawns on a chessboard. — Jujube
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What a splendid anagram the evening makes: A cubist Babel of ochre and cerulean, bleached by the moonlight, sentineled by the raptor, and anchored by two tiny souls, like pawns on a chessboard. — Jujube
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I am tying up all my love in this, With all its hopes and fears, With all its anguish and all its bliss, And its hours as heavy as years. — James Thomson
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… nothing can stop the truth of it art is all we can say to reverse the chain of events and make a pileup of passion to match the stars No choice but between a certain variation hard to perceive in a shade of blue…
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time has acquired a stillness, the hour breathes over a wine jug, it’s late, the last blows have been traded, a clinch and a hang on the ropes before the bell—I give the world to anyone who wants it, let them be happy: — Gottfried…
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Everyone in the room is cheering. This is what you do for a painting you love! We climb up on one another’s shoulders, wave pom-poms that match the palette. — Rebecca Morgan Frank
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