I confess I meant to grow wings and lose my mind. I confess that I’ve forgotten what for.
I confess I meant to grow wings and lose my mind. I confess that I’ve forgotten what for.
“Art lost its basic creative drive the moment it was separated from worship… It severed an umbilical cord and now lives its own sterile life, generating and degenerating itself… Today the individual has become the highest form and the greatest bane of artistic creation.”
Ingmar Bergman