One truth is clear, very clear. Whatever is, is art. How can any creation of the Supreme Artist be a denial of Him? Even beneath the ugliest and the most loathsome shines His all-loving Face of beauty.
Love is the most charming of all arts. Love is so because it is “life” itself and not the translation of life.
Art is the outer vesture of love. Art, like love, is a force of oneness with the Infinite. When we create a piece of art, we are really re-creating or reflecting some beauty of the Infinite.
Imagination is an essential attribute of the creative power of the mind. It is that son of the mind that sees a thing before it is brought into the material plane.
Imagination, too, has to surrender to its Master: Will. If it is incapable of that, it can never originate anything.
Art is an exacting goddess that demands one’s offering of heart, mind and body.
Nature is the mother of an artist. She serves the artist with a presentation of her beauties, visible and invisible.
Nature is the unmistakable evidence of evolutionary growth, and growth is the evidence of life; life, divinely organised and governed, is the evidence of art at its highest.
Keats’ address to art: “Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time” is but half-truth. Art is the child of Silence, no doubt, but it transcends Time.
Beauty without grace is a flower without fragrance.
As man is, after all, an integral being, art has its claim, like knowledge and religion, to be one of his true occupations in life.
Art is creation solidified and concretised.
Art is the joint fulfilment of Truth and Beauty.
Art is the wonderful convincing bridge between the sweetest harmony and the most perfect rhythm.
Physical beauty in a human being is an external manifestation of some inner harmony and truth. This inner beauty is at its highest in the full opening of the soul towards God.
The supreme Art is to know the Supreme Artist intimately, within and without. This knowledge, well-established, cannot but guide all our movements on artistic lines. And this knowledge will be the basis of a perfectly beautiful life within and without. Art in the most effective sense of the term is a sublime truth that draws our soul from within towards the infinite Vast.From:Sri Chinmoy,Eternity’s Breath, Sri Chinmoy Lighthouse, New York, 1972
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