That year, art died and art was reborn.

Destin 2022-03-27 09:01:09

Can your 65s be this cool? Social celebrities, frequent parties, art appreciation, shuttle in Rome at will, and even beautiful women take the initiative to embrace.

But happy? Does he still have inspiration? Does his art still last? Does his pursuit still exist? Does this city still have artistic cells? Does he still want to continue? He didn't know that his state was joking, helpless, confused and struggling.

It is hypocritical to say that art is rotten. The little girl is hysterical, but there is real artistic talent behind the cash cow. It is said that the works are fooled, the prosperity is noisy, and the quiet artworks are laid out behind the mourning. They hide behind the gates of history, and the lame traveler holds the key to the art of the ancient city. However, how many people still care?

Confused, the funeral is all disguised, and even the words are exactly the same. Even if there is bustling entertainment, taking pictures and cheering, the nun kneels down to the steps alone, and her faith does not collapse. So, behind the prosperity, after the noise, has art died? Has the inspiration faded? Is the city dim? 40 years, life, work, intersection. Friends leave, extremely disappointed, Hongyan dies, and feelings are blank.

I believe that the seawater from the ceiling, poured into his blue eyes, he walked in Rome, he saw the time and life in the photos, he saw the sculptures behind the history, he saw the eighteen-year-old full of The wet night of the sea, the young and attractive carcass, the fruitless relationship. He can still see the beauty behind the hustle and bustle of the city, he can still have his own pursuit of art, he can still satirize the world with black humor and satirize the surroundings. He still has inspiration for the future, for himself.

That year, 65, he was cool, 40 years in the city, and everything went downhill. In that year, Ukiyo-e in the city, he understood and reconciled with himself. That year, he had an epiphany. That year, art died, that year, art was reborn.

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The Great Beauty quotes

  • Jep Gambardella: To this question, as kids, my friends always gave the same answer: "Pussy". Whereas I answered "The smell of old people's houses". The question was "What do you really like the most in life?" I was destined for sensibility. I was destined to become a writer. I was destined to become Jep Gambardella.

  • Jep Gambardella: Madame Ardant!

    Fanny Ardant: [after a long pause] Bonne nuit.