“Van Gogh lost himself in the stars, Hokusai drowned in waves. Picasso fell in love with the color blue, the same way Pollack urged to stain. Monet recreated with pastels, and Dali dabbled in dreams. But none of these artists found happiness akin to you and me.”
— // n.b.
this man on the bus highlighted this part, i wonder why but at the same time i don’t wonder at all. it reads:
“One hardly ever sees or listens. And if one knows how to listen- which demands an astonishing energy- then in that act of listening there is complete communion, the words, the significance of words and the construction of words have very little meaning. So, you and the speaker have completely to share in the truth or in the falseness of what is being said”.