Art rides in on pleasure.
The pleasure carries something with it, something very precious to us that is inseparable from the pleasure itself.
I live with that something every day, but I can’t say what it is. No one can. If you have an eye, you comprehend it in an instant; you feel it and you know it. That’s that.
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