#i

A small brazier glowed near the monk's left hand. On a lecturn before him lay pots of paints, brushes, a quill, a pen, a knife, a sizeable handbell, the tooth of some animal--and a piece of parchment. It was the parchment that commanded the room. Until he saw it Len didn't realize how starved he had been of colour. Villagers dressed in various shades of brown and beige, like their furniture and fields and now, here, was an irruption of the rainbow, as if a charm of goldfinches had landed on the manuscript and been transfixed. ↗

— Diana Norman

#interesting #medieval-life #the-importance-of-art #art

Good people drink good beer. ↗

— Hunter S. Thompson

#fear

Constrained optimization is the art of compromise between conflicting objectives. This is what design is all about. To find fault with biological design - as Stephen Jay Gould regularly does - because it misses some idealized optimum is therefore gratuitous. Not knowing the objectives of the designer, Gould is in no position to say whether the designer has proposed a faulty compromise among those objectives. ↗

— William A. Dembski

#biology #id #intelligent-design #optimisation #optimization

I love my old paintings as postulates as fresh starting points but I have to destroy them. I have to make a new manifesto. ↗

— Georg Baselitz

#wisdom #art

Wear none of thine own Chains; but keep free, whilst thou art free. ↗

— William Penn

#art

Decadent cooks go one step further and make sculptures of the food itself. If life is to be spent in pursuit of the extravagant, the extreme, the grotesque, the bizarre, then one's diet should reflect the fact. Life, meals, everything must be as artificial as possible - in fact works of art. So why not begin by eating a few statues? ↗

— Medlar Lucan

#decadence #decadent #food #art

Everyone thinks you make mistakes when you're young. But I don't think we make any fewer when we're grown up ↗

— Jodi Picoult

#mistakes

Silence in the shell of a city, no baby crying, no car honking, no ambulance shrieking, no lovers moaning, no drunks throwing up in the alley, no lights, nothing but wind and rain and snow in its season and rust and a rattling of open doors and carcass smell. It was a possibility like a brain tumor or a scorpion bite. ↗

— Anne Roiphe

#art-and-madness #autobiographical #art

When shit brings you down, just say 'fuck it', and eat yourself some motherfucking candy. ↗

— David Sedaris

#eating

I have never been so calculating as to sing some Barry White song to get a girl. But I do think it's very romantic to cook dinner and sit around the piano at night and sing together. ↗

— John Stamos

#barry #barry white #been #calculating #cook