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The Feral Artists
We were god’s children and they made us slaves. We were dressed in gold, beautiful stones and rich plumage and they turned us into a poor and plundered continent. We were knowledge and they brought us to their God, and along with their God ignorance and detachment from the mother earth.
That’s how civilization came to be.
— From Digital Smoke Signals
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It is precisely because we resist the darkness in ourselves
that we miss the depths of the loveliness, beauty, brilliance,
creativity, and joy that lie at our core.
~Thomas Moore
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“Those who do not move, do not notice their chains.”
-Rosa Luxemburg
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There is a magnificence in every artist. I believe this. I do not say this to flatter, and I do not say this to many people, but when you find an artist — and there are many and of many degrees — you husband the artist and the talent within. You walk with them. You lead them to a place they can furnish with their gifts. A good teacher does not supply these gifts, but he can and should walk the artist toward the place where they are wanted, needed, and can be used.”
