The eternal silence of these infinite spaces frightens me.
Have I ever said that Turner once actually had himself lashed to the mast of a ship, to be able to later do a painting of a storm? Which has never failed to remind me of the scene in which Odysseus does the identical thing, of course, so that he can ...
Once, I had a dream of fame. Generally, even then, I was lonely.
Once, Turner had himself lashed to the mast of a ship for several hours, during a furious storm, so that he could later paint the storm. Obviously, it was not the storm itself that Turner intended to paint. What he intended to paint was a representat...
Was it really some other person I was so anxious to discover...or was it only my own solitude that I could not abide?
Once, somebody asked Robert Schumann to explain the meaning of a certain piece of music he had just played on the piano. What Robert Schumann did was sit back down at the piano and play the piece of music again.
Still, how I nearly felt. In the midst of all that looking.
