The first line of a poem of a eighteen century poet, let's call him John, is "A thing of beauty is a joy forever". One of his contemporaries was a thinker, let's call him Arthur, who claimed that life is tedious and a great way to escape this boredom is by arts.
I like them both and in my life arts is one of my passion. But I also believe we can see beauty in many places like the craftsmanship of crystal blowing that transforms glowing balls of molten crystal into a shape.
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Sunday, March 15
The poet, the thinker and the craftsman
The first line of a poem of a eighteen century poet, let's call him John, is "A thing of beauty is a joy forever". One of his contemporaries was a thinker, let's call him Arthur, who claimed that life is tedious and a great way to escape this boredom is by arts.
I like them both and in my life arts is one of my passion. But I also believe we can see beauty in many places like the craftsmanship of crystal blowing that transforms glowing balls of molten crystal into a shape.
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