Dialog with my undergrad adviser at the Art Institute a few years ago:
Me: I’m thinking of applying to graduate school.
Prof: Save your money and buy a lot of art supplies.
Me: Actually, I’m thinking about getting my graduate degree in philosophy. Shocked, and after a few seconds of silence.
Prof: Isn’t there enough philosophy in painting?
Me: Yes, but I’m really intrigued by the deeper meaning of art, life and words. When I open up an art book or magazine, the images come alive with the words. I ultimately feel that art is naked without words…
Prof: Art speaks for itself, at least good art does. Good art doesn’t need words.
Me: Not according to Oscar Wilde. When speaking to someone who casually observed how lovely a certain English sunset was. Remarked, that it was only, “a second rate Turner.” With one stroke of his pen, his wit superseded Turner’s famous sunset and his friend’s casual remark.
from your pages,
when dealing with
to my piercing
I savor your
words in my
If only my