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“Every creative act… involves a regression to a more primitive level, a new innocence of perception liberated from the cataract of accepted beliefs.” — Art of Quotation

Every creative act… involves a regression to a more primitive level, a new innocence of perception liberated from the cataract of accepted beliefs. Arthur Koestler, author, book quote from “The Sleepwalkers: A History of Man’s Changing Vision of the Universe“.

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”It is the ability to determine consciously what it is that interests him, and why, that differentiates the artist from the art student.” — Art of Quotation

”It is the ability to determine consciously what it is that interests him, and why, that differentiates the artist from the art student.” John F. Carlson, painter, author

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“Art is risk made visible” — Art of Quotation

“Art is risk made visible” Arno Rafael Minkkinen, Photographer Image: Saunderstown, Rhode Island, 1974 He works alone, his images are all unmanipulated, made with one exposure, with no retouching. ‘I do not use an assistant to look through the camera; otherwise she or he also becomes the photographer. Instead, I have nine seconds to get […]

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“Why can’t people just sit and read books and be nice to each other?” — Art of Quotation

“Why can’t people just sit and read books and be nice to each other?” David Baldacci, writer, book quote from “The Camel Club”, p.304, Pan Macmillan Photo: Kourish Qaffari

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“The magician and the politician have much in common: they both have to draw our attention away from what they are really doing.” — Art of Quotation

“The magician and the politician have much in common: they both have to draw our attention away from what they are really doing.” Ben Okri, Nigerian, poet

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“Writing is not lying, nor is it theft. It is a journey and search for transparency between one’s words and one’s soul.” — Art of Quotation

“Writing is not lying, nor is it theft. It is a journey and search for transparency between one’s words and one’s soul.” Richard Flanagan, Australian, writer

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Read Poem by Kitt Fedoroff

Sally Gossamer Wingstep heard a most curious sound,
It came from beyond the wilderness copse, over, about, and around;
When Sally flew around the last tree a wonder she could see
A greying Fablehaven hound softly baying at a prone bumblebee.
Sally risked to go closer to inspect this quite usual sight—
Instantly she flew for Johnny H. Beekeeper in a quite frenzied flight.
Can he find the resolution for a bee brought down so low?
If he lacks the right solution, where then could she ever go?
Johnny was tending keen to the so new garden green—
Petite pois on the trellis, coifed and coiled like you’ve never seen,
Tomates on the vine, carrots long and tall, blueberries arching high;
And Johnny’s prized honeycombs, so grand as to make a master bumble bee sigh,
And cousin-once-removed baby Amber Grace with the prettiest wee fairy face
Was flutter-skurrying in and out of plants and was just all over the place!
“Johnny, O Johnny”, Sally cried to her family friend with sure pride
“Come quick with me to see this poor poor bee, laid low and curled to one side.”
Finding hard-working Katje to attend their baby Amber Grace
Sally and Johnny flew straight off to the far away wooded place.
With simple mind and quiet grace, John approached the curled up bee
But twas nothing more could be done, was plain and simple to see.
“Let’s take him home” offered John to Sally’s slow honoring tears,
Nodding, Sally looked for brambles to build a sled as for one’s peers.
A far off buzz grew nearer, the Wild Hive had come to find their brother;
A rippling peace reigned as Bumble Bee and Fairy regarded one another.
John and Sally backed away bowing as the Bumble Bees took up the reins;
The bees would long remember how those aloof fairies had taken such pains.
The old Fablehaven hound bayed again as the sled disappeared around the wooded copse;
Sally and John made their long slow way back to home and the fairy-grown crops.
Sally made her thank you’s and kissed wee Amber Grace;
Quite a wonder to see how Honor and Love forever bless this place.

Genre: Fantasy