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c2 seviye reading slump
"death is public but dying is private, the very last private thing we have."
Reklam
the artist was fourteen years old and knew nothing about art, but one day he would be grown-up and celebrated around the world, and would realize that he still only knew the same simple things: art is a moment. art is being a reason. art is coping with being alive for one more week.
the adults at school thought he was cold and hard, that he didn't have feelings. it was the opposite that was the problem, for god's sake. this was a boy who cared about animals and cilantro and hated fighting. he only fought for those he loved.
as an adult, the artist would be told that great artistry is something that has to find its wat out of a person, bur for him it was something that needed to find its way in. because for him, art was love. grief. a story. a context.
children have two worlds, the one they have been given and the one they can dream about.
Reklam