艺术
If the true artist is connected, then he or she has much to give us because it is connection that we seek. Connection to the past, to one another, to the physical world, still compelling, in spite of the ravages of technology. A picture, a book, a piece of music, can remind us of feelings, thinkings, I did not even know I had forgot. Whether art tunnels deep under consciousness or whether it causes out of its own invention, reciprocal inventions that we then call memory, I do not know. (p. 13)
Art leaves nobody out. Even those from whom art has been stolen away by tyranny, by poverty, begin to make it again. If the arts did not exist, at every moment, someone would begin to create them, in song, out of dust and mud, and though the artefacts might be dstroyed, the energy that creates them is not destroyed. (p. 20)
– Jeanette Winterson, Art Objects
New York: Vintage, 1997
The love of art takes time, and I am still dumb about art. Oh, I dabble with Chinese calligraphy and I like good composition, and I like doing crafty things such as drawing cards and making cherry blossoms from crepe paper. But it’s hard to speak properly of the compelling quality of visual art.
While I get organised, you can take a look at some pictures I’ve collected/taken here on the blog.