To reveal art and conceal the artist is art’s aim.
The critic is he who can translate into another manner or a new material his impression of beautiful things.
The highest as the lowest form of criticism is a mode of autobiography. Those who find ugly meanings in beautiful things are corrupt without being charming.
This is a fault.
Those who find beautiful meanings in beautiful things are the cultivated. For these there is hope.
They are the elect to whom beautiful things mean only beauty.
There is no such thing as a moral or an immoral book. Books are well written, or badly written.
That is all.
The nineteenth century dislike of realism is the rage of Caliban seeing his own face in a glass.
The nineteenth century dislike of romanticism is the rage of Caliban not seeing his own face in a glass.
The moral life of man forms part of the subject-matter of the artist, but the morality of art consists in the perfect use of an imperfect medium. No artist desires to prove anything. Even things that are true can be proved.
No artist has ethical sympathies.
An ethical sympathy in an artist is an unpardonable mannerism of style. No artist is ever morbid. The artist can express everything.
Thought and language are to the artist instruments of an art.
Vice and virtue are to the artist materials for an art.
From the point of view of form, the type of all the arts is the art of the musician.
From the point of view of feeling, the actor’s craft is the type.
All art is at once surface and symbol.
Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril.
The Picture of Dorian Gray, by Oscar Wilde
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° filmic.ro
Sa faci bine sa inveti sa faci asa ceva sa vii sa imi pictezi casa
pana invata ea, pot s-o pictez eu
Li, eu niciodata nu o sa ma apuc de graffiti, dar vad ca Vandorsky abia asteapta sa ajunga la tine acasa
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Blogul e doar o colectie de desene facute in doua campuri universitare si pe ceva stradute din Grecia, 1.pentru ca intr-o lume normala exista locuri special amenajate pentru asta si “artistii” sunt incurajati sa se manifeste…2.unii inteleg si acolo arta ca o mazgalitura pe monumente de 2000 de ani si nu inseamna ca taranii lor sunt mai stilati ca ai nostrii
3.pentru ca in Timisoara nu se manifesta decat foarte putin aceasta forma de arta stradala si de obicei vezi o semnatura cu “adelina lupacescu”(?) sau un tag de cacat pe cladiriile proaspat renovate…
4. Mi-am cumparat cu 3 euro varianta in engleza la “Dorian gray”
sharing is caring si va recomand sa o citit si voi 
@Vandorsky: Multumesc, eu vreau simtul artistic al ei si doar al ei
It’s a thing.
@Di: Cand o termini vreau si eu
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