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Dance can't keep still; she never could. Music, perhaps the oldest of them all, is the gracious host: a voice all recognize. Acting has a love/hate relationship with everyone in the room including himself. Pottery daydreams of ancient glory. (Fashion hasn't got the time for that.) Architecture and Sculpture compare dresses. Cooking tries to decode the recipe for dessert. Painting and Drawing soak up the garden's view, while Writing goes around asking what everyone's up to. Photography stops and stares for a while. Video voyeurs the place, much to Love's embarrassment. Lastly, we have Poetry: the lovechild of all the Arts. He is amazed by the shape of his hands and spends his time drawing shadows and chasing cars.
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Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 12:58 AM UTC
Art Luncheon
Dance can't keep still; she never could. Music, perhaps the oldest of them all, is the gracious host: a voice all recognize. Acting has a love/hate relationship with everyone in the room including himself. Pottery daydreams of ancient glory. (Fashion hasn't got the time for that.) Architecture and Sculpture compare dresses. Cooking tries to decode the recipe for dessert. Painting and Drawing soak up the garden's view, while Writing goes around asking what everyone's up to. Photography stops and stares for a while. Video voyeurs the place, much to Love's embarrassment. Lastly, we have Poetry: the lovechild of all the Arts. He is amazed by the shape of his hands and spends his time drawing shadows and chasing cars.
"All art is quite useless."
kurt-kanawa
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Jun 15, 2014
Jun 15, 2014 at 12:58 AM UTC
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