sad story about a girl who had to bring out the heart from the body of a sick boy. it now lies quietly in her hands and she rocks it to sleep. (by laura makabresku)
Regarding truths, the artist has a weaker morality than the thinker. He definitely does not want to be deprived of the splendid and profound interpretations of life, and he resists sober, simple methods and results. Apparently he fights for the higher dignity and significance of man; in truth, he does not want to give up the most effective presuppositions of his art: the fantastic, mythic, uncertain, extreme, the sense for the symbolic, the overestimation of the person, the faith in some miraculous element in the genius. Thus he considers the continued existence of his kind of creation more important than scientific devotion to the truth in every form, however plain.
|—||Friedrich Nietzsche, from “Human, All-Too-Human (via drawpaintprint)|
Freja Beha Erichsen by Mario Sorrenti for V #46 Spring 2007