¨The work of art is a symphony played on our delicate feelings [...]. The magic touch of beauty raises the secret strings of our being - shaking and trembling we respond to the call. We listen to the unspoken, we look at the invisible. Master gets out the unknown notes for us. Long-forgotten memories are flooding back, taking on a whole new meaning. A hope suppressed by fear, longing, which we disclaim - stand before us in a new light. Our souls are a canvas on which an artist apples paint, their shades are our feelings, their chiaroscuro - the light of joy and a shadow of sadness. A work of art is us, as we are a work of art". Okakura Kakuzō - The book of Tea
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