Georgia O'Keeffe, Oriental Poppies
At the magic touch of the beautiful the secret chords of our being are awakened, we vibrate and thrill in response to our call. Mind speaks to mind. We listen to the unspoken, we gaze upon the unseen. The master calls forth notes we know not of. Memories long forgotten all come back to us with new significance. Hopes stifled by fear, yearnings that we dare not recognize, stand forth in new glory. Our mind is the canvas on which the artists lay their color; their pigments are our emotions; their chiaroscuro the the light of joy, the shadow of sadness. The masterpiece is of ourselves, as we are of the masterpiece.
- Kakuzo Okakura, The Book of Tea
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