tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-82740664422464505852011-07-09T00:39:18.081+08:00Wilde's ChildThe artist is the creator of beautiful things. To reveal art and conceal the artist is art's aim.
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No artist is ever morbid. Thought and language are to the artist instruments of an art. Vice and virtue are to the artist materials for an art.
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All art is at once surface and symbol. Those who go beneath the surface do so at their peril. Those who read the symbol do so at their peril. It is the spectator, and not life, that art really mirrors.
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~Oscar Wilde~Miss Limenoreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8274066442246450585.post-49524709511450386612009-11-26T10:58:00.000+08:002009-11-26T10:58:12.921+08:00The Dandelion and the WindThe Dandelion looked up into the sky. A smile graced her face as she saw the Sun grinning brightly at her. It was a perfect morning, she thought. She gazed across the field and saw the birds and bees frolicking among the honeysuckles. It was a great start.
As soon as her thought crossed, a Breeze came to haunt her. Her body swayed as the Breeze caressed her head. He was playfully teasing her. Miss Limenoreply@blogger.com0