I do apologise. June was consumed by America. The glutton. But enough of that; nobody likes a blog post which begins with the blogger apologising for not blogging. I’m currently reading Oscar Wilde’s The Picture of Dorian Gray and have been a bit rampant with the old “Highlight” function.
There’s something about the way he says something true with cutting wit and dry humour. I suppose the Internet is rather full to the gills with Oscar Wilde quotes but this is my blog and I’ll quote Oscar Wilde if I want to.
“The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely. All art is quite useless.”
“Every portrait that is painted with feeling is a portrait of the artist, not of the sitter. The sitter is merely the accident, the occasion. It is not he who is revealed by the painter; it is rather the painter who, on the coloured canvas, reveals himself.”
“And beauty is a form of genius–is higher, indeed, than genius, as it needs no explanation. It is one of the great facts of the world, like sunlight, or spring-time, or the reflection in dark waters of that silver shell we call the moon. It cannot be questioned. It has its divine right of sovereignty. It makes princes of those who have it.”
I think the first quote explains nicely the whole “tortured artist” phenomenon. What a mind-frack to choose to devote one’s life to something entirely useless when anything less than total admiration is failure. To admire my own art intensely is my goal but I wonder how many artists achieve it.