Art is a kind of illness. – Giacomo Puccini
. . . colors like a flourish of trumpets or pianissimo on the violin, great, calm, oscillating, splintered surgances . . . . Is this not form? – Giacomo Puccini
Art is a kind of illness. – Giacomo Puccini
. . . colors like a flourish of trumpets or pianissimo on the violin, great, calm, oscillating, splintered surgances . . . . Is this not form? – Giacomo Puccini