“Every good writer must discover the yawning crevasse which separates Man’s finite destiny from his infinite potentialities. It is afterward that he will reveal his artistic courage…” Chapter 2, “The Unquiet Grave,” Cyril Connolly, Hamish Hamilton 1957.
“And if the office on the Rua dos Douradores represents life for me, the fourth-floor room where I live, on this same Rua dos Douradores, represents Art for me. Yes, Art, residing on the very same street as Life, but in a different place. Art, which gives me relief from life without relieving me of living, being as monotonous as life itself, only in a different place.” p. 19, “The Book of Disquiet,” Fernando Pessoa, Penguin Classics 2002.
- November Park 2 (aditixpictures.wordpress.com)