Haste thee, Nymph, and bring with thee
Jest, and youthful jollity,
John William Waterhouse’s Hylas and the Nymphs, Mosley Street, Manchester, Greater Manchester M2
Quips and cranks and wanton wiles,
Nods and becks and wreathed smiles.
From John Milton’s L’Allegro (1631)
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I believe every human creature is an island.
LS Lowry’s An Organ Grinder, Manchester Art Gallery, Mosley Street, Manchester, M2
Had I not been lonely, none of my work would have happened.
LS Lowry
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Many painters are afraid in front of the blank canvas, but the blank canvas is afraid of the real, passionate painter who dares and who has broken the spell of you can’t’ once and for all.
Thierry Noir’s Faces, East Side Gallery, Berlin Wall, Berlin, Germany
Life itself, too, is forever turning an infinitely vacant, dispiriting blank side towards man on which nothing appears, any more than it does on a blank canvas.
East Side Gallery, Berlin Wall, Berlin, Germany
But no matter how vacant and vain, how dead life may appear to be, the man of faith, of energy, of warmth, who knows something, will not be put off so easily.
East Side Gallery, Berlin Wall, Berlin, Germany
He wades in and does something and stays with it, in short, he violates, “defiles” — they say.
Dmitri Vrubel’s My God, Help Me to Survive This Deadly Love , East Side Gallery, Berlin Wall, Berlin, Germany
Let them talk, those cold theologians.
Rosemarie Schinzler’s Doves of Peace, East Side Gallery, Berlin Wall, Berlin, Germany
From Vincent van Gogh’s Letter to Theo (1884)
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