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Photographers Unknown, He Who Has Chosen the Fate of the Artist
“And often he who has chosen the fate of the artist because he felt himself to be different soon realizes that he can maintain neither his art nor his difference unless he admits that he is like the others. The artist forges himself to the others, midway between the beauty he cannot do without and the community he cannot tear himself away from.”
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Photographers Unknown, A Collection of Black and Whites for a Monday Evening
“…if the actor gave his performance without knowing that he was in a play, then his tears would be real tears and his life a real life. And whenever I think of this pain and joy that rise up in me, I am carried away by the knowledge that the game I am playing is the most serious and exciting there is.”
—Albert Camus, Notebooks, 1935-1951
Photographer Unknown, (Nineteen Seventy-Seven)
“A man’s work is nothing but this slow trek to rediscover, through the detours of art, those two or three great and simple images in whose presence his heart first opened.”
-Albert Camus
Photographer Unknown, (Parched Earth)
“Since the beginning, on the dry earth of this measureless land scraped to the bone, a few men ceaselessly made their way, possessing nothing but serving no one, the destitute and free lords of a strange kingdom.”
-Albert Camus