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I am an artist... I am here to live out loud.
If you shut up truth and bury it under the ground, it will but grow, and gather to itself such explosive power that the day it bursts through it will blow up everything in its way.
One forges one's style on the terrible anvil of daily deadlines.
In my view you cannot claim to have seen something until you have photographed it.
There are two men inside the artist, the poet and the craftsman. One is born a poet. One becomes a craftsman.
Civilization will not attain to its perfection until the last stone from the last church falls on the last priest.
If I cannot overwhelm with my quality, I will overwhelm with my quantity.
Truth is on the march; nothing can stop it now.
EMILE ZOLA, manifesto, Le Figaro
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