#lor

Not all that have fallen are vanquished. ↗

— J.R.R. Tolkien

#heaven #hope #inspirational #jrr-tolkien #life-lessons

I try to apply colors like words that shape poems, like notes that shape music. ↗

— Joan Miro

#colors #i #like #music #notes

My favorite color on canvas is nudity.

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— Jarod Kintz

#canvas #color #naughty #nude #nudity

The mask of art is the means through which corruption is spread. The mask makes vice seem beautiful, turns squalor and nastiness into glamorous thrill, seduces the onlooker into the game – and leaves him or her with the corpse on his hands. ↗

— Jennifer Birkett

#corpse #corruption #mask #seduction #squalor

Grey has no agenda. . . . Grey has the ability, that no other colour has, to make the invisible visible. ↗

— Roma Tearne

#color #perception #art

All colors are the friends of their neighbors and the lovers of their opposites. ↗

— Marc Chagall

#friends #lovers #neighbors #opposites #their

It's good to let God pick a man for you. We don't do so well when we pick them ourselves. They end up lipsticks in a drawer, all those wrong colors you thought looked so good in the package. ↗

— Deb Caletti

#color #god #life #lipstick #love

Hidden away behind the closed doors of aristocratic and bourgeois privilege, concealed under those ultra-respectable masks of black frock coat and veil, the green glow of corruption flickers into sight, steadies, and spreads everywhere, fostered by Lorrain's horrified and complicitous gaze. This decadent detective is at one with the criminal he pursues, acknowledging openly that the representation of corruption is one of the most pleasurable forms that corruption can take. In this enterprise, art is the mask that both exposes and conceals culpability. ↗

— Jennifer Birkett

#corruption #crime #criminal #culpability #decadence

Here, in Lorrain's poisoned little jewel of a tale (“The Man Who Made Wax Heads”) the consummate achievement of decadent art is caught in miniature. The genius of the artist entangles perpetrators and victims in a sticky web of perverse delights, in which exploitation becomes collusion, the ripples of guilt spread outward, and the real criminal slips away. In the end, responsibility is lodged firmly with the consumer, forced – he must confess – by his own perverse desires, to buy into the values of this particularly black market. ↗

— Jennifer Birkett

#consumer #crime #criminal #decadence #guilt

Before he goes into the water, a diver cannot know what he will bring back. ↗

— Max Ernst

#exploration #subconscious #art