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Maya Angelou (1928-) |
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Were art to redeem man, it could do so only by saving him from the seriousness of life and restoring him to an unexpected boyishness. |
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What can this piece of paper do; imagine? |
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What garlic is to food, insanity is to art. |
What I dream of is an art of balance, of purity and serenity devoid of troubling or depressing subject matter - a soothing, calming influence on the mind, rather like a good armchair which provides relaxation from physical fatigue. |
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