An art which isn't based on feeling isn't an art at all... feeling is the principle, the beginning and the end; craft, objective, technique - all these are in the middle.
Paul CezanneRead
The world doesn't understand me and I don't understand the world, that's why I've withdrawn from it.
Interpretation
The quote expresses a sense of alienation and confusion between the individual and society.
In this quote, Paul Cezanne reflects on his feelings of disconnection from both the world and others, suggesting that this lack of understanding has led him to withdraw from society. It speaks to the deep introspective nature of artists and thinkers who often feel at odds with the prevailing norms and values of their surroundings, choosing to distance themselves as a means of coping with that disconnect.
In practice
In a discussion on mental health, this quote illustrates the feelings of isolation and misunderstanding.
An art which isn't based on feeling isn't an art at all... feeling is the principle, the beginning and the end; craft, objective, technique - all these are in the middle.
Taste is the best judge. It is rare. Art only addresses itself to an excessively small number of individuals.
Monet is only an eye, but my God, what an eye!
If I were called upon to define briefly the word Art, I should call it the reproduction of what the senses preceive in nature, seen through the veil of the soul.
The landscape thinks itself in me and I am its consciousness.
I lack the magnificent richness of color that animates nature.
There is a community of the spirit. Join it, and feel the delight of walking in the noisy street and being the noise. Drink all your passion, and be a disgrace. Close both eyes to see with the other eye.
From where does this "I" arise? Seek for it within; it then vanishes. This is the pursuit of wisdom. When the mind unceasingly investigates its own nature, it transpires that there is no such thing as mind. This is the direct path for all. The mind is merely thoughts. Of all thoughts the thought "I" is the root.
The door could not be heard slamming; they had probably left it open, as is the custom in homes where a great misfortune has occurred.
I suppose it is submerged realities that give to dreams their curious air of hyper-reality. But perhaps there is something else as well, something nebulous, gauze-like, through which everything one sees in a dream seems, paradoxically, much clearer. A pond becomes a lake, a breeze becomes a storm, a handful of dust is a desert, a grain of sulphur in the blood is a volcanic inferno. What manner of theater is it, in which we are at once playwright, actor, stage manager, scene painter and audience?
The modern believer is not suspicious enough, which is perhaps why when they try to construct arguments in their defence, the convictions are left doing all the work and reason, debilitated by neglect, weakly fails to prop them up.
America is strong because its journalism is strong. That's how democracies work. They're only as good as the quality of the information that the public possesses. And that is where we come in.
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