Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade. Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice.
The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop. The depth of sadness and the hiding of sadness are more told in silence than in voice.
A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons. Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk. "
-"Pipa" Tang Dynasty Bai Juyi 2. "Once it started playing, there was no other sound: there was a spell at the party and the stars became thin." -"Qin Song" Li Wei in Tang Dynasty 3. "The lyre is a good friend, and two ears are bosom friends.
Peace of mind is silence, there is no distinction between ancient and modern. "-"Boat Night Help Qin "Tang Bai Juyi 4. "Boya is good at drums, and Zhong Ziqi is good at listening.
Boyaguqin, aim at the mountains. "-"Boya Juexian "anonymous 5. "I leaned alone in the dense bamboo, playing the piano and humming. "
-"Zhuliguan" Wang Wei 1 in Tang Dynasty. Pipa line/Pipa was introduced into the Tang Dynasty: Bai Juyi moved to Sima, Jiujiang County for ten years. Next autumn, seeing off guests in Songpukou and listening to those who play the pipa in the middle of the night will have the clank of iron in Kyoto.
Asked male, Ben Chang 'an advocates women, learns the pipa from the old and faded Mu and Cao, and devotes himself to being a good girl. Then he ordered wine and asked Aauto Quicker to play some songs.
When I was young, I told myself my happiness. Now I am wandering, haggard and wandering between rivers and lakes. After two years as an official, I feel at ease and feel that I have moved towards the future.
Because of long sentences and songs, every 616 words are called pipa xing. In the evening, I bid farewell to a guest on Xunyang River. Maple leaves and mature rushes rustle in autumn.
I, the host, have dismounted, my guest has boarded his boat, and we raise our cups, hoping to drink-but, alas, there is no music. Although we drank a lot of wine, we were not happy. When we were leaving each other, the river mysteriously widened in the direction of the full moon.
We heard a sudden sound, a guitar crossed the water, the host forgot to go home and the guests left. We followed the direction of the melody and asked the player's name, and the voice was interrupted ... and then she reluctantly answered.
We moved the boat closer to hers, invited her to join us, and summoned more wine and lanterns to start our party again. However, before she came to us, we called a thousand times and urged her for a thousand times, but she still hid half of her face behind her guitar from us.
... she turned the tuning pin and tested several strings, and even before she played, we could feel her feelings. Every string is a kind of meditation, and every note is a kind of deep thinking, as if she were telling us the pain of her life.
She frowned, bent her fingers, and then started her music, letting her heart share everything with us bit by bit. She brushes the strings, twists them slowly, sweeps them and plucks them, first "Nishang" and then "Liu Yao" (Liu Yao Zuo Yi: Green Waist).
Big strings hum like rain, and small strings whisper like secrets. Humming, whispering-and then mixing together, like pouring large and small pearls into a plate of jade.
Between Guan Ying's words, the bottom of the flower is slippery, so you can't swallow the spring scenery and flow under the ice. The ice spring is cold and astringent, and the strings condense, and the condensation will never stop.
(Take a break: take a break) Fall into deep sadness and hidden lament, and tell more in silence than in voice. A silver vase suddenly burst, pouring out a stream of water, jumping out of the conflict and blow between armored horses and weapons.
Before she put down the pick, her stroke was over, and all four strings made a sound, just like tearing silk. The east ship was silent, and the west ship was silent. We saw the white autumn moon entering the river.
She tied it thoughtfully on the rope, stood up and smoothed her clothes, serious and polite. Tell us how she spent her girlhood in the capital and lived in her parents' house in Toad Hill.
She mastered the guitar at the age of thirteen, and her name ranked first in the list of musicians. Her art even attracted the appreciation of experts, and her beauty attracted the envy of all major dancers.
How did the aristocratic youths in Wuling compete generously? Countless red silks were given to a song. The silver comb inlaid with shells was broken by her rhythm, and the bloody skirt was stained with wine.
Season after season, joy followed joy, and the autumn moon and spring breeze passed, but she didn't pay attention. Until her brother went to war, and then her aunt died, and the night passed, and the night came, and her beauty disappeared.
Lengma was at the door, so at last she gave her wife to a businessman. Who, first of all, stole money, accidentally left her and went to Fuliang to buy tea a month ago.
She has been taking care of an empty boat in the estuary, with no companions except the bright moon and cold water. Sometimes in the middle of the night, she dreams of her victory and is awakened from her dream by her hot tears.
Her first guitar note made me sigh. Now, after listening to her story, I feel even sadder. We were all unhappy until the end of the day, when we met. We understand. What is the relationship between acquaintances? ! A year ago, I left the capital and came here. Now I am a sick Jiujiang exile.
Jiujiang is so far away that I haven't heard music, neither strings nor bamboo sounds for a whole year. My residence is near the town by the river, low and humid, and the house is surrounded by bitter reeds and yellow rushes.
What can you hear here in the morning and evening? ? The cuckoo's bleeding cry, the ape's sobbing. I often pick up the wine and drink it alone in the spring morning with flowers and the autumn night with moonlight shining.
Of course, there are folk songs and bagpipes in the village, but they are rough and harsh, and they are harsh in my ears. Tonight, when I heard you playing the guitar, I felt that my hearing was illuminated by wonderful music.
Don't leave us. Come, sit down. Play it for us again. Translate the travel notes of pipa for you. ... she was moved by my words, stood there for a while, and then sat down to play her strings-they sounded even sadder.
Although the tune was different from what she had played before, all the listeners covered their faces. But which of them cried the most? ? This Jiujiang official. My blue sleeves are wet.
In the 10th year of Yuanhe in Tang Xianzong, I was demoted to Sima in Jiujiang County. One day in the autumn of the following year, I was seeing off guests at Songpukou, and at night I heard someone playing the lute on the boat.
Listen to that sound, jingle bells, with the popular rhyme of Kyoto. Ask about this person, who turned out to be a singer in Chang 'an, and once studied under two pipa masters, Mu and Cao.
Later, she got old, retired and married a businessman. So I ordered someone to set the wine and asked her to play a few songs happily.
After she finished playing, she looked a little blue. She talked about the joy of childhood, but now she is wandering, haggard and wandering between rivers and lakes. After leaving Beijing for two years, I had a very relaxed and enjoyable life. Now I am moved by this man's words, and I feel that I was demoted that night.
So I wrote a long poem for her, * * * 6 16, entitled Pipa. On autumn night, I went to Xunyang Jiangtou to see off a returning guest, and the autumn wind blew the maple leaves and reeds rustling.
My guests and I dismounted from the boat to bid farewell and drank useless music. If you don't drink well, it will be even sadder. You left, and the river reflected the bright moon at night.
Suddenly I heard the crisp sound of pipa on the river; I forgot to return, and the guests didn't want to leave. Find the sound source and ask who is playing the pipa. Pipa stopped for a long time but nothing happened.
We brought the boat closer and invited her out to meet; Tell the servant to add more wine, and then set the banquet under the lamp. It was a long time before she came out slowly, holding the pipa in her arms and covering her face half.
Tighten the piano shaft, pluck the strings and try to play a few times; Form is very affectionate before it becomes a tune. The sad sound of the strings suggests meditation; It seems to be telling the frustration of her life; She kept her head down and kept playing; Tell the infinite past in your heart with the sound of the piano.
Close it gently, twist it slowly, wipe it and pick it. Play "Colorful Feather" at the beginning and then "Liuyao".
The big string is long and noisy, like a storm; Xiaoxian is gentle and quiet, as if someone is whispering. Noise and tangles are played alternately; Like a string of beads falling from a jade plate.
Pipa sounds like a smooth birdsong under a flower for a while, and then it sounds like a difficult, low and intermittent sound of water flowing under the ice. It seems that the cold and astringent pipa sound of the spring began to condense, and the sound of poor condensation gradually stopped.
Like another kind of sadness and hatred secretly breeds; At this time, it is more touching than the sound. Suddenly, it seems that the silver bottle broke into the water and splashed; Like armored cavalry fighting with swords and guns.
At the end of the song, she aimed at the center of the strings and parted them; The roar of four strings seems to tear the cloth. People from the East Ship and the West Ship listened quietly; I saw Bai Yue reflected in the middle of the river.
2. What are the poems that praise the painter? 1, Ke's ink bamboo.
Don't say it's difficult to draw bamboo, it's even more difficult to be simple and complicated.
You see Sasha Vujacic only counts leaves, and the wind and rain are too cold. -Ming Dynasty: Li Dongyang
2. "Young Bai Weiling should clear the field on the day when he bid farewell to the hospital in Huaiyin."
Huaiyin clause should be clear, and sit in the spring breeze. Who will stay in Meitu? They are all famous pens of Xuanhe, which are collected at home.
After Yingying Yan Yan flew away, the pink pear was thin. Only Xiao Su is not romantic. Insert a day lily obliquely. -Jin Dynasty: Yuan Haowen
3. "Pick mulberry seeds, and the West Lake will be good after the lotus blooms."
After the lotus blooms, the West Lake is good, and when the wine comes. There is no need for a standard, and the green cover of the red building will follow.
The original painting entered the depths of the flowers, and it was fragrant and golden. It was misty and rainy, so I went home drunk. -Song Dynasty: Ouyang Xiu
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From a distance, the mountains are high and the clouds are light, and the colors are bright. When you look closer, you can only hear the sound of water, but there is no sound.
Spring has passed, but there are still many flowers and flowers. People go nearby, but the birds are still not disturbed. -Tang Dynasty: Wang Wei
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The first tree in my West Wild Goose Lake has a pale ink mark.
Don't praise the good color, as long as it is clear and full of dried Kun. -Yuan Dynasty: Wang Mian
3. What are the sentences praising artists? 1. Music is an art. Different music and different moods give people different feelings. Only those who love music can appreciate the status of music. I am one of them.
Drawing, let me master the painting skills, and add fun to my life; Drawing has won me many awards and added a lot of glory to myself; Drawing makes me happy every day!
Human beauty is the highest form of natural beauty. Human beauty is a kind of healthy beauty, full of vitality and vitality, which enables us to love nature, life and life with excitement.
Music can purify people's minds. People immersed in the music world tend to be more open-minded, sensitive, emotionally stable, and more able to understand other people's feelings, so it is easier to get along with others. At the same time, they are more likely to feel the joy of life and love life.
5. Art is a typical image and an ideology; Taste is an elegant activity and a noble life. When people are well-fed, they will engage in artistic activities and pursue spiritual life; When life is carefree, people will appreciate works of art and taste the art of works, so as to improve their own quality and cultivate their own sentiments.
6. This portrait has a strong personal style, full of artistic imagination and conveys a strong visual tension. The beautiful women in his lens, with long hair fluttering, have some emotions in their sexiness, which are integrated with the unconstrained thoughts and the expressive force of the picture, and combined with the later creative period to publicize their personality charm and create strange, sexy or blurred mysterious beauty.
7. Macau Body Art Performance. The program is controlled within 60 minutes. The performers are all mannequins from Western Europe and the Middle East. Their tall figure, smooth skin, well-proportioned structure, abrupt nipples, plump hips and sexy corridors convey the breath of youth through body language. Against the backdrop of suspended light chasing and light music, the magnetic attraction makes young audiences almost uncontrollable.
8, wonderful music, unforgettable; Outstanding paintings make people never tire of seeing them; Careful observation, a small work of art will also have shocking power. Let us discover beauty, experience beauty and enjoy beauty in life, let us feel the charm of art in the garden of art and be infected by beauty!
9. In this way, I walked through your heart with all my troubles on my back, touched your knowing smile and walked through all your hesitation. When I meet a ravine called disappointment, I bend down and gently smooth the wrinkles on your heart with my hands. When I met the pool called the Fountain of Temptation, I tried to fill it with tears. I feel your joys and sorrows in the storm and thunder. I walk alone in your heart and on this lonely and silent road.
10, yes, these flesh-and-blood images are the art of life, and we may just lack a pair of eyes for discovery. Careful observation, maybe there is such a hidden "wonder on earth" around us!
1 1, floating mountains and rivers, only prosperity has passed away. Years are noisy, may the four seasons be silent. This is a perfume called "Four Seasons". The first note is the freshness of eucalyptus in spring and the sweetness of peony, the middle note is the rich roses and gorgeous daisies in summer and autumn, and the last note is the warmth of coix seed and cotton in winter. Sweet with astringency, delicate and euphemistic, just like love.
12, beauty is a holy angel, and beauty also makes people sad. It can wash people's souls and drive away evil thoughts. It is an observer's attitude to watch the human body art performance with noble aesthetic vision and respect the labor and creation of others.
13, whenever I pick up a brush, I am very happy, because it is an artistic enjoyment. It can make your mood very comfortable; You can also pour out your emotions; You can also show the most beautiful things in the most beautiful way.
14, the treasure in the painting has no treasure, it only has a small diamond, which is not small, but it has a lot of space. As long as you go back and understand, you will understand the true meaning of the word "enjoy". There will always be obstacles in your heart. You must learn to draw and tie a knot to be comfortable.
Music can play too many roles of truth, goodness and beauty, and its role is also indispensable in life. It is a good way for human beings to cultivate their sentiments and a ladder for the spread of civilization. Let music enter everyone's heart, understand the most beautiful truth, and feel the rhythm of human true feelings!
4. Poem short chapter praising art Author: Ji Bolun short chapter 1 I sat beside my lover and listened to her telling stories.
I was silent and listened quietly. I feel a kind of power in her voice, which makes my heart tremble.
That electric shock separated me from myself, so my heart flew to the boundless space and swam there. It thinks that the world is a dream and the body is a narrow prison.
A strange magic, integrated into my lover's voice, dominates my mood at will. Because I satisfied my magic with silence, I diluted her language.
People, she is music! I heard her-when my lover sighed after some sweet words, or smiled in some sweet words; I heard what she said-when she spoke in intermittent language, sometimes in fluent and coherent language, and sometimes in a language that left half between her lips. I saw the influence of my lover's heart with my hearing eyes.
Through music, she made me focus on her emotional treasure-inner voice, but neglected the treasure of tasting her language. Yes, music is the language of the soul, and the tune is the breeze that stirs the strings of feelings.
She also felt a delicate hand knocking at the door. She awakens her memory, which will trace back and reproduce all the past events that have influenced her.
Music is a gentle melody. If she is sad, she will recall the painful and sad time; If she is in a happy mood, she will recall Shu Lang and the happy time.
She put all her memories in an imaginary photo album. Music is a collection of sad sounds.
When you hear her, she stops you, fills your heart with pain and anxiety, and paints you with misfortune like a phantom. She is also a collection of cheerful melodies.
You feel her, and she grabs your whole (1). This article is the first work officially published by Ji Bolun and published in the American Arab Expatriate Magazine in Lop. A body and mind, let her dance happily on your chest.
She is the sound of strings, drifting into your ears with etheric waves. She may turn into a tear and flow out of your eyes. This tear is the pain of the lover's distance, or the pain of the wound bitten by the tooth of time.
She may become a smile, bursting from your lips, and that smile is actually a symbol of happiness and well-being. She is the body of the dying: it has a soul and comes from desire; It has a reason, from the heart.
Man appeared, and music inspired him as the language of God. Different from other languages, she tells the hidden meaning inside, between one heart and another, because she is the whisper of the heart.
She is like love, and its influence is everywhere. So the savage in the desert sang and shouted, and the kings of China in the palace swayed back and forth.
The mother who lost her son intertwined her with her own wailing, and then she broke a stone's heart; Happy people spread her with their own happiness, and then she is an ode to those who have been knocked down by disasters. She is also like the sun, illuminating all the flowers in the field with sunlight.
Music is like a bright lamp, which drives away the darkness in the heart, illuminates the heart and shows everything hidden in the heart. In my opinion, music is a beautiful image of the true self, or an illusion of life feelings.
The mind is like a mirror, standing in front of all kinds of events and actors in the world, reflecting images of those feelings and hallucinations. The soul is a delicate flower before the wind of evaluation. The morning wind blew it and bent its stem in the morning dew.
This is also the cry of a bird, which awakens people from Meng Dan. So people use it to listen, feel and praise wisdom-the sweet calls of birds and the creators of their subtle feelings.
Natiha inspired his thinking, so he asked himself and asked around him what secrets this insignificant bird's singing revealed. It could pluck the strings of his feelings and inspire him with the meanings contained in previous books. He asked: do birds call flowers in the fields or learn soft skills in the canopy? Are you imitating a flowing spring or chatting with the whole nature? But he couldn't find the answer. People can't understand what the birds on the branches are saying, and they can't understand the tinkling of spring water gently flowing on pebbles and the sound of waves slowly pushing to the shore.
He can't understand the story of rain dripping on the leaves, and he can't understand the story he told when he tapped the glass window with his gentle fingertips. He doesn't know what the breeze said to the flowers in the field.
However, he feels that his heart knows and understands the meaning of all these voices, so he sometimes trembles with joy and sometimes feels sad and annoyed. Some voices call him in obscure language, and wisdom puts him in front of nature, so his heart communicates with nature frequently, while he is silent, hesitant and stands aside.
Perhaps tears replaced his language, because tears are the best transmitter of language. Time is with me.
Oh, a rational man! Get on the stage of memories and see clearly what position music plays in those ethnic groups that are covered by time. Come on! Let's think about what influence music has left in all stages of Adam's son's development.
The Dildeans and Egyptians worship music as a great god, bow to it and praise it. Persians and Indians believe that music is the soul of God on earth.
A Persian once said, "Music was originally the fairy of the gods in the sky. She loves human beings and descended from the sky to the ground to find her lover. When the gods learned about this, they flew into a rage and sent a strong wind to follow.
The fairy scattered the strong wind into the air. As a result, the strong wind spread to all corners of the world. The fairy herself is not dead, absolutely not! She lives in human ears. "
An Indian philosopher also said, "The sweet melody consolidated my hope for a beautiful and eternal existence." Music is the god of the Greeks and Romans.
They built a towering temple for him and still tell us about their magnificent altar, offering the best sacrifices and the most fragrant incense. This god, they call it Apollo.
They described him perfectly, which made him stand out, just like a river with trees floating on the water. Apollo played the piano with his left hand and plucked the strings with his right hand. His eyes stared into the distance, as if he saw the profound details of everything.
People say that the sound of Apollo strings is natural.
5. Poems describing artists. I leaned alone among the dense bamboos, playing the piano and humming the piano songs.
It's too light for anyone to hear, except my partner, Mingyue. -Wang Wei's "Zhuliguan" autumn rhyme, save the dragon and phoenix pool.
Oil, oil and spring clouds can be done in one cup. Gin has existed since ancient times, and few people get this taste.
I should only have health and knowledge, and I know three things. -Bai Juyi's "To Gold" is lonely and mysterious, simple and true.
As if the string refers to the outside, I saw the early ancients. Far away from the snow, when it comes to Jiangshan Spring.
Who can tell the difference between economy and trade before the end of the high banquet? -Wang Changling's "Qin", a monk in the West Shu of Mount Emei, with a blue silk lute box.
When I hear the sound of Matsutani, I wave my hand at will. I heard him in the clear stream, I heard him in the cold bell.
Unconsciously, dusk enveloped the castle peak, and the autumn clouds were bleak, covering the dusk sky. -Li Bai's "Listening to Qin Rui, a Monk of Shu" gives birth to autumn water with ten fingers and counts the sunset.
I don't know how many people were heartbroken by this song. The mind creates nothingness, and the strings ring between the nails. Come to the palace at night, the moon is full of empty mountains.
Make a five-beat sound and play with your fingers. Birds sing, flowers wither, and songs beat the spring breeze.
-Bai Yuchan's Untitled Five Tones, Six Methods and Thirteen Emblems, written by Long Yinhe. A bullet in water, a bullet in a month, the hidden wind makes the branches loose.
-Lu Tong's Piano in the Wind II. About the chess Huangmei season, it rained at home and frogs were everywhere in the grass pond. It's past midnight, and the invited guests haven't come yet. I tapped the chess pieces bored and shook the wick of an oil lamp.
6. Sentences praising art Art is a struggle between spirit and matter.
-Zong Baihua Music is the art of life. -Strauss Art is human nature.
Burke's artist without enthusiasm is like a painter without paint. -Barry found the door and rushed out.
-Xu Linlu's classic is such a work-Calvino's art is the catharsis of noble sentiments. -Moore is too life-oriented and has no art.
The art of loving life is a living science. -Cocqueteaux Once art is divorced from reality, it will become absurd even if it does not perish.
-Thomas Carlyle Our art should stand above reality, and should make people stay above reality. The success of Gorky's art lies in the absence of traces of artificial carving.
-Ovid Without thinking and sadness, there would be no literature. -The painter Goncharov should write a big word on the door of the studio: There are a pair of eyes in the room to shed tears of sympathy for the unfortunate people.
-Horace The most beautiful thing we have ever experienced is mystery, which is the source of all real art and science. -Einstein Art is far less important than life, but without art, life would be poor.
-African art promotes life, and there is no art where death lies. -Roman Roland Art makes nature more perfect.
-Reynolds Art may be flawed, but nature never makes mistakes. Dryden A clumsy artist always wears other people's glasses.
-Rodin Art belongs to the ancient world and science belongs to the modern world. -All arts and religions in disraeli are just natural accessories.
-Aristotle Art is not a skill, it is an expression of the feelings experienced by artists. -lev tolstoy Art and science are different, but they are interrelated; They met aesthetically.
The first purpose of Croce's art is to reproduce reality. -Chernyshevski Beauty is the purpose and motive force of art.
-Goncharov In works of art, the most meaningful part is personality beyond skill. -Lin Yutang's films should give the audience hope, insight and good mood, because if they want to see despair, the audience can watch it for free in life.
-Poverty is the mother of all artistic professions in Morgan Freeman. -Toliano is not an art of emotion, probably not a real art.
The great significance of German art basically lies in that it can show people's true feelings, the mystery of inner life and the passionate world. -romain rolland Poetry is the queen of art. ..
Dos Pratt Only works written with emotion can move people with emotion. -Seth Coleridge Great works of art are not as disappointing as life. They won't give us all the best things from the beginning like life.
-The beauty of Marcel Proust's paintings lies in the similarity and dissimilarity, which is too kitsch to deceive the world. Live like me and die like me.
-Qi Baishi's artistic foundation lies in moral personality. Ruskin looked for real models in life and customs, and absorbed the language loyal to life from them.
Horace artistry is a disease that afflicts amateurs. -chesterton When art is in rags, it is the easiest for people to recognize it as art.
-Nietzsche Science and art are two sides of the same coin. -Li Zhengdao No beautiful work of art can be without flaws, but real beauty can certainly cover up these small flaws.
-Gardner Art is the mirror of life. -lev tolstoy Every masterpiece is the product of passion.
-The power of disraeli art is far weaker than it needs. -Aeschylus Art lasts forever, but life is short.
British art does not transcend nature, but it beautifies it. -Cervantes Perfection is not without adding, but without decreasing.
Anthony de Saint-Exupery should be tolerant of artists. Did you ask Liu Huan to take the collar to the armory? -Zhou Libo The enemy of art is ignorance.
-samuel johnson Art should shoulder the responsibility of cultivating ideas. -Bai Langning Painters and poets are allowed to tell lies.
-British proverb There is no better way to escape from this world than art; And there is no better way to connect with the world than art-Gaode art is the transmission of feelings.
-lev tolstoy truly shows nature, but it is still full of artistic beauty. -Churchill's poetry is created by imagination, not only truth, but also imagination.
-Dai Wangshu Art is a treasure house of virtue. -Balzac Art for art's sake is not more meaningful than drinking.
The mystery of Mao Mu's life lies in art. -Oscar Wilde Great art is always the most decorative.
-Mao Mu shoots works with weight and depth: You might as well lock in a theme and spend your whole life shooting! -Sang Mabel Art is a hypothesis that enables us to reach the truth. -Picasso's great poems are like fountains, always spouting water of wisdom and joy.
-Shelley The real power of art is the ordinary that melts into great emotions. Jean Vermeer Whenever an artist dies, some human fantasies die with him.
-Roosevelt The artist has a dual relationship with nature: he is both the master and the slave of nature. -Goethe Unique art is the only real art..
-Goethe Art gives us wings and takes us to far, far places. The real mission of Chekhov's literature is to make feelings visible.
Tanner's art, the expression of words and the brilliance of literature all lie in simplicity. -Whitman It is an eternal law that a writer explains less truth than others just because he tells more truth.
Macaulay Art is hard to find. It will not turn a blind eye to you because you are a civilian, nor will it favor you because you are a prince. Even the smartest people can't create works of art before the time comes.
-Whistler In the real art field, there is no preparatory school, but there is one of the best preparation methods, which is to hold the most modest apprentice interest in the artist's works. People who grind pigments in this way often become excellent painters.
-Goethe Art is a kind of enjoyment, and it is the most fascinating of all enjoyment.