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‘Never are voices so beautiful as on a winter evening.’
Virginia Woolf, Night and Day, 1919
Hermann Max Pechstein, Seewinkel, Garder See, Pommern, 1929
‘Color is my daylong obsession, joy and torment.’ - Claude Monet
Les Peupliers au bord de l’Epte, 1891
‘I wish to go beyond the fire that burns me.’
Petrarch, Il Canzoniere (Song Book), sonnet ( 1330-1374)
Léon Spilliaert, 1927
‘How strange it is to be standing leaning against the current of time.’
W.G. Sebald, Schwindel (Vertigo), 1990
Léon Spilliaert, Vertigo, 1908
‘The sun will not rise or set without my notice and thanks.’
Winslow Homer, letter to his brother Charles, February 23 1895
Palm Tree, Nassau, 1898
‘I paint what I see not what others like to see.’
Édouard Manet, White Lilacs in a Vase, c. 1882
‘He speaks truly who speaks the shade.’ - Paul Celan
Speak, You Also | Léon Spilliaert, De duizeling, 1908
‘I paint not the things I see but the feelings they arouse in me.’ -
Franz Kline
‘For us artists there waits the joyous compromise through art with all that wounded or defeated us in daily life; in this way, not to evade destiny (...) but to fulfil it in its true potential - the imagination.’ - Lawrence Durrell, Justine 1957
J.W. Waterhouse | Destiny 1900
‘He had two lives: one open, seen and known by all who cared to know (...) And through some strange (...) conjunction of circumstances, everything that was essential, of interest and of value to him (...) was hidden from other people.’
Anton Chekhov, The Lady with the Dog, 1899