The artist must train not only his eye but also his soul. KANDINSKY
by Dev
His soul stretched tight across the skies That fade behind a city…
No more noisy, loud words from me, such is my master’s will. Hence-forth…
Perfection is achieved, not when there is nothing more to add, but when…
The world breaks everyone, and afterward, some are strong at the broken…
Therefore the true poets, they who are seers, seek to express the…
Ah, Love! could you and I with Him conspire To grasp this sorry Scheme…
To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower Hold…
Love of beauty is taste. The creation of beauty is art. EMERSON
Fruit of the traveller-heart of me, Fruit of my harvest-songs long……
