Quote for Today: Jean Arp
Art is a fruit that grows in man, like a fruit on a plant, or a child in its mother’s womb. —Jean Arp
Art is a fruit that grows in man, like a fruit on a plant, or a child in its mother’s womb. —Jean Arp
Final Disposition Others divided closets full of mother’s things. From the earth, I took her poppies. I wanted those fandango folds of red and black chiffon she doted on, loving …
“I’m hurt, hurt and humiliated beyond endurance, seeing the wheat ripening, the fountains never ceasing to give water, the sheep bearing hundreds of lambs, the she-dogs, until it seems the …
I’ve been talking to myself a lot lately. I don’t know what that’s about, but my mother was the same way. She hated to make small talk with other people, …
Some are kissing mothers and some are scolding mothers, but it is love just the same, and most mothers kiss and scold together. —Pearl S. Buck, To My Daughters, with Love
