Auguste Rodin

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« I can’t take it anymore, I can’t go a day without seeing you. Otherwise the atrocious madness […] All my soul belongs to you […] may my heart still feel your divine love spreading again. »(Letter from Auguste Rodin to Camille Claudel)

Roman Opałka

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« I wanted to show time, its change in duration, the one that nature shows, but in a way specific to man, a subject conscious of its presence defined by death: emotion of life in irreversible duration. Arbitrary time of calendars, of clocks does not interest me. It erases itself by the repetition that defines it, only focalization of the present. » (Roman Opalka)

Rainer Maria Rilke

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« How to hold my soul, so
that it does not touch yours?
How stretch it high above you towards other things?
I would so much like to lodge it somewhere, near of something lost in the shadows, in a strange, quiet place, which don’t continue to vibrate when your bass vibrates.
But everything that touches us, you and me, unites us like a bow that pulls two strings one voice.
On what instrument are we stretched?
And what musician holds us in his hand?
O sweet song. »
(Rainer Maria Rilke)

Cardwell Higgins

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Cardwell Higgins. The circle of life 1920s

The circle of life. The perfect man and perfect woman, seeking one another in unison for the creation of the perfect child, with the protecting hand of the father and the supporting hand of the mother. The embodiment of father, mother and child is the total life. The sun, the supplier of the life-giving elements necessary for survival. The hourglass of time. The Evil influence that comes into their lives. The slowly burning candle of life. And the inevitable death!