A work of art has an author and yet, when it is perfect, it has something which is anonymous about it.
A work of art has an author and yet, when it is perfect, it has something which is anonymous about it.
I do not want to be adopted into a circle, to live among people who say ‘we’ and to be part of an ‘us,’ to find I am ‘at home’ in any human milieu whatever it may be… I feel that it is necessary and ordained that I should be alone, a stranger and an […]