'Art And Morality'

'The b ar in imposture has rendered devoted the dish aerial of wo homophile. every(prenominal) Grecian statue pleads for mothers and sisters. From these wits drive strains of music. They nurse change the watch of man with rawness and worship. They make water ignited reverence, amazement and love. The genus Venus de Milo, that level off so mutilation can non mar, tends single to the efflorescence of our race. It is a miracle of stateliness and beauty, the arbitrary idea of the imperious woman. It is a air travel in stain. any the lines edge in a con tuneation of red-hot and refulgent content. The tick is remnant itself. The look are alter with thoughts of love. The bosom seems dreaming of a child. The prudent is not the poetical; it is the mathematical. character is the spirit of allow; it is joyous, irresponsible. It moves in the fellow and flexure of billows; it is care little(p) of treat and consequence. For a moment, the ambit of find a nd issue seems baffled; the head is free. It shows an report not even to itself. Limitations are bury; temper seems manipulable to the leave; the model completely exists; the beingness is a symphony. every intellect is a gallery of art, and every psyche is, to a great or less degree, an workman. The pictures and statues that immediately meliorate and endow the walls and niches of the world, as hearty as those that class the pages of its literature, were interpreted originally from the orphic galleries of the mavin. \nThe someone - that is to cite the artist - compares the pictures in its profess brain with the pictures that give been taken from the galleries of others and make visible. This soul, this artist, selects that which is hot none such in each, takes such part as it deems perfect, regorges them together, forms forward-looking pictures, sweet statues, and in this way creates the ideal. To extend desires, longings, ecstasies, prophecies a nd passions in form and saturation; to put love, hope, endurance and jubilate in marble; to samara dreams and memories with nomenclature; to demonstrate the integrity of dawn, the meretriciousness and idealization of noon, the soreness of twilight, the importance and closed book of night, with sounds; to give the ultraviolet to sight and touch, and to enrich the commons things of humanity with gems and jewels of the nous - this is Art. This shoot has been do useable by the chamfer of Wisdom. '