onsdag 29 augusti 2007

Out of sorrow have the worlds been built

Behind joy and laughter there may be a temperament, coarse, hard and callous. But behind sorrow there is always sorrow. Pain, unlike pleasure, wears no mask. Truth in art is not any correspondence between the essential idea and the accidental existence; it is not the resemblance of shape to shadow, or of the form mirrored in the crystal to the form itself; it is no echo coming from a hollow hill, any more than it is a silver well of water in the valley that shows the moon to the moon and Narcissus to Narcissus. Truth in art is the unity of a thing with itself: the outward rendered expressive of the inward: the soul made incarnate: the body instinct with spirit. For this reason there is no truth comparable to sorrow. There are times when sorrow seems to me to be the only truth. Other things may be illusions of the eye or the appetite, made to blind the one and cloy the other, but out of sorrow have the worlds been built, and at the birth of a child or a star there is pain. Oscar Wilde
(Fotograf: Stéphane Diremszian)

2 kommentarer:

The Talker sa...

Very nice captures, the photos, etc. Would have liked to read more of the comments, but read only english. Do voice my feelings through my blogs, for what ever that is worth.

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Niklas sa...

Hello The Talker. Thank you very much. Sorry about the comments, but perhaps some thoughts are best expressed in ones native language.