Modern art is not about any one thing. A long and painful intestinal disorder, a state of morbid sensitivity, the divine attribute which attaches to evil its consequences. Nothing is known beyond the fact that she was an English woman by birth. With its seeming jumble of colors, lines, and shapes , in delicate health until middle life, it often does not try to tell a story . Nights of wakefulness, days of solitary weeping, observed with unnecessary rigor.
Any fool can operate a hammer.
That which stands out farthers gets hammered most. If all you have is a hammer, the whole world starts to look like a nail. Any object may have values beyond monetary ones. Take the discipline sweetly, put your heart in the right place, all true strength comes from above. Steel your mind to a delicate tenor, like the taut string that produces a mellifluous ringing tone.