I myself am made entirely of flaws, stitched together with good intentions.
|—||Augusten Burroughs, Magical Thinking: True Stories (via wordsnquotes)|
In creating a work of art, the psyche or soul of the artist ascends from the earthly realm into the heavenly. There, free of all images, the soul is fed in contemplation by the essences of the highest realm, knowing the permanent noumena of things. Then, satiated with this knowing, it descends again to the earthly realm. And precisely at the boundary between the two worlds, the soul’s spiritual knowledge assumes the shapes of symbolic imagery: and it is these images that make permanent the work of art. Art is thus materialized dream, separated from the ordinary consciousness of waking life.
|—||Pavel Florensky, 1996, Iconostasis|