“Why should you think that beauty, which is the most precious thing in the world, lies like a stone on the beach for the careless passer-by to pick up idly? Beauty is something wonderful and strange that the artist fashions out of the chaos of the world in the torment of his soul. And when he has made it, it is not given to all to know it. To recognize it you must repeat the adventure of the artist. It is a melody that he sings to you, and to hear it again in your own heart you want knowledge and sensitiveness and imagination.”
A chance encounter with this passage today really made me want to re-read Maugham, perhaps starting with The Moon and Sixpence, a novel I had enjoyed decades ago. May be soon. Right now, there are several other books on my side-table enticing me with their beautiful covers and some also with their new-book-fragrance!
But for now, since this particular book is based on the life of Paul Gauguin, allow me to share one of Gauguin’s works that has been quite a favourite of mine. No prizes for guessing why…the title says it all!
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