Time. The vastest and most ancient of all the weavers. But its fabric is in a secret place, its job is silent, its hands are mute. – Wassily Kandinsky, Concerning the spiritual in art
And now my life runs diagonally, | a moral desire forcefully returns, | my life seeks diagonal escapes | to accelerate the warm influences of the sun. – Franco Battiato, Running against the grain
Time. The vastest and most ancient of all the weavers. But its fabric is in a secret place, its job is silent, its hands are mute. – Wassily Kandinsky, Concerning the spiritual in art
Time. The vastest and most ancient of all the weavers. But its fabric is in a secret place, its job is silent, its hands are mute. – Wassily Kandinsky, Concerning the spiritual in art