Art begins when a man, with a purpose of communicating to other people a feeling he once experienced, calls it up again within himself and expresses it by certain external signs.
Leo TolstoyRead
Art is a microscope which the artist fixes on the secrets of his soul, and shows to people these secrets which are common to all.
Interpretation
Art allows artists to explore their innermost feelings and share universal truths with others.
In this quote, Tolstoy suggests that art serves as a powerful tool for self-exploration and communication. By using the metaphor of a microscope, he emphasizes how artists delve into the depths of their souls, revealing emotions and truths that resonate universally with the audience. This connection through art illustrates the shared human experience, making the artist's personal revelations significant to others.
In practice
In a discussion on creativity, one might say, 'As Tolstoy put it, art is a microscope revealing the secrets of our souls.'
Art begins when a man, with a purpose of communicating to other people a feeling he once experienced, calls it up again within himself and expresses it by certain external signs.
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