As the Hockney exhibit enters its final weeks…
It would not be inaccurate to pronounce; nor would be it anything less than inordinately conspicuous to those who have perused this website, to detect that Emerson makes me…gleeful.
His pages delineate – nay; ARE! – my mind, thoughts, beliefs and actions; and when the cross-pollination of intellective thread wends its way through his contemplation and genius and my own and imports a fresh peripheral into the mix, it’s wonderful!
I saw the David Hockney exhibit last week: the additional element; for his work renders me equally jubilant.
“All men are in some degree impressed by the face of the world; some men even to delight. The love of beauty is Taste. Others have the same love in such excess, that, not content with admiring, they seek to embody it in new forms. The creation of beauty is Art.”
– Ralph Waldo Emerson, Nature, 1836
Notwithstanding this breathtaking and…
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