I no longer felt that I was the right model for him, but he would wave my objections away. He saw in me more than I could see in myself. Whenever he peeled the image from the Polaroid negative, he would say, “With you I can’t miss.”
Táliamembuat kutipan3 tahun yang lalu
I longed to enter the fraternity of the artist: the hunger, their manner of dress, their process and prayers.
Marina Adyrkhaevamembuat kutipan6 tahun yang lalu
A universe not yet scored contained beneath the pale lids.
Ulyana Melnikovamembuat kutipan12 tahun yang lalu
was a good day to arrive in New York City. No one expected me. Everything awaited me
krisha mehtamembuat kutipankemarin dulu
In the end, truth will be found in his work, the corporeal body of the artist. It will not fall away. Man cannot judge it. For art sings of God, and ultimately belongs to him.
krisha mehtamembuat kutipanbulan lalu
Young men will adopt his gait. Young girls will wear white dresses and mourn his curls. He will be condemned and adored. His excesses damned or romanticized. In
krisha mehtamembuat kutipanbulan lalu
Young men will adopt his gait. Young girls will wear white dresses and mourn his curls. He will be condemned and adored
krisha mehtamembuat kutipanbulan lalu
I have lived for love, I have lived for Art. I closed my eyes and folded my hands. Providence determined how I would say goodbye
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I had lived in the world of my books,
౨ৎmembuat kutipanbulan lalu
it was the funny feeling in his stomach that excited him, the thrill of doing something forbidden.