It's the word 'artful'; it's such a great word, with its dark and its light side, its art and its cunning, the craft and the crafty of it - I've been preoccupied with the word 'artful' and the twin notions of 'cornucopia' and 'pickpocket' it suggests for quite some time.
Art makes nothing happen in a way that makes something happen.
The head has its confines. The head’s got those all right, and the heart. The heart has its reasons.
Do you come to art to be comforted, or do you come to art to be re-skinned?