Art relies on the conversion of even flaws and defects into positive aesthetic values. It is a strange hymn to stupidity.
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Collecting pebbles for a new mosaic of a world that I could love.
From In That Great River: A Notebook by Anna Kamienska, selected and translated from the Polish by Clare Cavanagh
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