[8/16/2020 8:15:00 PM]
The style came of its own accord, but practice helps. No disrespect, Terrence Davies, nor so I scorn your homage to Vermeer, rather like the plant rises to catch rainfall and bathe in sunlight, I must thank my benefactors. After all, inspiration is the mother of imagination, her plucky child. In its own way, art imitates life, with such magnificence, the medium combines both leaving on lookers ensure whether life imitates instead. The debate feels puerile, however, a children’s squabble over fairness and funny things like that. To quell the argument like my mom, feels final; beauty lies everywhere. There, you happy? Life and art inextricably tie, so a fight about what inspires which turns dry.
