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When the flush of a newborn sun fell first on Eden's green and gold, Our father Adam sat under the Tree and scratched with a stick in the mold; And the first
by tines 4y ago
When the flush of a newborn sun fell first on Eden's green and gold,
Our father Adam sat under the Tree and scratched with a stick in the mold;
And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart,
Till the Devil whispered behind the leaves: "It's pretty, but is it Art?"
- Rudyard Kipling
- drdaeman 4y ago"Hey, anything's art if you do it in a black sweater". - Mr. Wiggles This said, according to the renown authorities on the matter, it's definitely about the process. :-)