"Weakness is a great thing, and strength is nothing. When a man is just born, he is weak and flexible. When he dies, he is hard and insensitive. When a tree is growing, it's tender and pliant. But when it's dry and hard, it dies. Hardness and strength are death's companions. Pliancy and weakness are expressions of the freshness of being. Because what has hardened will never win."
“Some sort of pressure must exist;
the artist exists because the world is not perfect.
Art would be useless if the world were perfect, as man wouldn’t look for harmony but would simply live in it.
Art is born out of an ill-designed world.”
Andrei Tarkovsky
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