catriona
@marchand
c2 seviye reading slump
the boy didn't reply, but he painted a dragon.
"i've never... seen anything like that."
"sorry, it's childish."
"no, no, don't you dare! you're amazing!"
"you don't have to lie."
"picasso said it took him four years to learn to paint like raphael, but a whole lifetime to learn to paint like a child."
Reklam
"you know what mom always says? you can be whatever you want to in life, as long as you don't become a critic! not of other people, and not of yourself. it's so easy to be a critic, any coward can do that. but art doesn't need critics, art has enough enemies already. art needs friends."
"you feel strange because you still have your wings, rubbing beneath your skin. you think you're alone, but there are others like you, people who stand in front of white walls and bland paper and only see magical things. one day one of them will recognize you and call out: 'you're one of us!' and then you won't feel lost anymore. you'll realize that you've always been able to speak a secret language, one that has no boundaries, because you have no nationality. art is your homeland."
"all children are born with wings," she had whispered. "it's just that the world is full of people who try to tear them off. unfortunately they succeed with almost everyone, sooner or later. only a few children escape. but those children? they rise up to the skies!"
"i could have never lived there on my own. i would have frozen to death in that apartment without his eyes on me."
Reklam