Music is the arithmetic of sounds as optics is the geometry of light.
Claude DebussyRead
Some people wish above all to conform to the rules, I wish only to render what I can hear.
Interpretation
Debussy emphasizes the importance of personal expression over societal conformity.
In this quote, Claude Debussy expresses a desire to prioritize authentic artistic expression and individual creativity over the constraints of societal norms and rules. He suggests that true artistry arises from listening deeply to one's own inner voice rather than simply adhering to conventional expectations.
In practice
In an art discussion panel, one could quote Debussy to highlight the significance of unique artistic perspectives.
Music is the arithmetic of sounds as optics is the geometry of light.
The colour of my soul is iron-grey and sad bats wheel about the steeple of my dreams.
On those who overanalyze his music: When you tear the wings off a butterfly, it is no longer a butterfly
But music, don't you know, is a dream from which the veils have been lifted. It's not even the expression of a feeling, it's the feeling itself.
People come to music to seek oblivion: is that not also a form of deception?
Art is the most beautiful deception of all!
I thought as an actress I would be able to have broader emotional experiences, but then I quickly figured out that I wanted to think about tragic dramas, not act in them.
It's wonderful to see art in a museum, but it is institutionalised. I don't like the idea of the artwork as something that requires special conditions. I would like it to be universal.
Music begins to atrophy when it departs too far from the dance... poetry begins to atrophy when it gets too far from music.
If I choose to write about sheep, it's just because I happened to write about sheep. There is no deep significance.
"Utter truth is essential, and that is what stirs me when I look through the camera."
There was a beauty in the trash of the alleys which I had never noticed before; my vision seemed sharpened, rather than impaired. As I walked along it seemed to me that the flattened beer cans and papers and weeds and junk mail had been arranged by the wind into patterns; these patterns, when I scrutinized them, lay distributed so as to comprise a visual language.
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