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Artwork: Cotopaxi by Frederic Edwin Church, 1862

Art is ever changing and yet eternally constant – bearing a strong resemblance to the material body that grows old, and the soul inside it, which remains unviolated and untouched.

Being familiar with the history of art is not obligatory to the personal creative genius, but it is a source of inspiration and special kind of clarity. Clarity about the fact that art goes far beyond your own talents and ideas and that the act of creation itself bears the most divine of characters. Therein lies what matters to me most – the sole admiration as the main goal. The silence and stillness in front of something intangible, but real.

In Romanticism it is all so painfully beautiful, so exquisite and well-thought-out. To a great extent, it casts an idealistic light over our world. Ultimately, to me it bears the plain message that there is truth in beauty. In perfection.

For example, if you’re standing in front of a masterpiece by Frederic Edwin Church (be it Aurora Borealis, Cotopaxi, Twilight in the Wilderness or any other of his astonishingly detailed works) you would be filled with deep reverence and joy. All of his paintings are inspired by real locations. He praises and glorifies the infinite beauty of our reality with every brushstroke. So I think that art’s genuine purpose is to remind us that this world – with all of us in it – is the most exquisite of all creations. We can only marvel.

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