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Drawing – is the maximum honesty of art.
(Jean Auguste Dominique Ingres)
A name of the beloved, that was cut out by a penknife on a school desk,
obscene words, that are scratched by chalk on a wall of the house, the most treasured words written on sand by a trembling on a wind straw, in beams
of the crimson sun plunging sea abyss, which will be washed by the wave in an instant - is ALL THE DRAWINGS. Also there is no person who would not try
himself in this creative direction, therefore each of us is the artist, the creator who thinks out and creates the greatest product - his own life.
Hundred thousand years ago, on a lonely rock the uncertain shaggy paw which new nothing except for a stone and a stick, already scratched something, trying to embody this inexpressibly bright perfect and so quickly changing world. And when the descendants of that first artist who
have rough souls will leave from a stage of history, the unknown and mysterious splinters of reason will remind still long about them - on a
wall, on a paper, on sand …
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© 2006-2012. Konstantin Shyptia. All Rights reserved. |
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