DuMond, Iris, 1903
Our vanity, our passions, our spirit of imitation, our
abstract intelligence, our habits have long been at work, and it is the task of
art to undo this work of theirs, making us travel back in the direction from
which we have come to the depths where what has really existed lies unknown
within us. The great quality of
true art is that it rediscovers, grasps and reveals to us that reality far from
where we live, from which we get farther and farther away as the conventional
knowledge we substitute for it becomes thicker and more impermeable.
Marcel Proust
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