#forgery

The handwriting on the wall may be a forgery. ↗

— Ralph Hodgson

#handwriting #may #wall

I pastiche, I quote, I lie. Fake, forge, forage, fabricate, copy, borrow, transform, steal. I illusion. I’m a genuine deceiver, a shy sham artist. ↗

— Shawna Lemay

#artist #forgery #hive-a-forgery #woman-forger #art

In the future the way that Whittaker Chambers was able to carry out forgery by typewriter will be disclosed. ↗

— Alger Hiss

#carry #chambers #disclosed #forgery #future

To an untrained eye, need and love were as easily mistaken for each other as the real master's painting and a forgery. ↗

— Deb Caletti

#forgery #life #love #mistaken #revelation

Imitation, if it is not forgery, is a fine thing. It stems from a generous impulse, and a realistic sense of what can and cannot be done. ↗

— James Fenton

#done #fine #fine thing #forgery #generous

Yet I never sought what is real, yearned for the real, but rather I have yearned for dreams more than solid things. I can say I love the textures of dreams. The way they hover and almost taste. The clouds and darkness that linger behind, mostly unseen. And the palette of dreams. You can almost taste the colours, they seem as words on the tip of the tongue, unsayable as pomegranate seeds, unsayable as thick cream, the darkness of such a thick cream. This is why I am obsessed with dreams. They know what we cannot. Night after night they try and tell us the impossible. Dreams are secret and closed, and also contain everything, gushing, splayed open. Dream suitcases, carpetbags, hold-alls. They influence us secretly and they draw me to travel to nowhere, to beauty’s passage, through halls of mirrors where I know I am not myself, I know I am sublime. ↗

— Shawna Lemay

#hive-a-forgery #beauty