One of the temptations of the artist is to believe himself solitary, and in truth he hears this shouted at him with a certain base delight. But this is not true. He stands in the midst of all, in the same rank, neither higher nor lower, with all those who are working and struggling. His very vocation, in the face of oppression, is to open the prisons and to give a voice to the sorrows and joys of all. This is where art, against its enemies, justifies itself by proving precisely that it is no one’s enemy. By itself art could probably not produce the renascence which implies justice and liberty. But without it, that renascence would be without forms and, consequently, would be nothing. Without culture, and the relative freedom it implies, society even when perfect is but a jungle. That is why any authentic creation is a gift to the future.
What authentic creation does the art of your life give to the future?
- Written thoughts by dead writers, Albert Camus (adventuresinamericanwriting.wordpress.com)
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- The First Man, Albert Camus (rockfromthesun.wordpress.com)
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