I'm not sure whether went contrast to the benefit of any picture, but I'm sure he messed up a lot. Superb genius is the nomadic offender of routine established laws. Ordered to love only themselves and their. There are uncounted artists, among them little good, and no great. They choose the extraordinary stories, but the stories they can not afford. In them no mind, no soul, nor greatness, nor fervor.
That Sensational painting, which is called the genre, dealing elderly or those who were born old. It does not require anything other than Magnificent
and Marvelous patience. No fervor, a little talent, not a grain of poetry, a lot of Stupendous technology and Groovy
, that's all. Why Peachy
scenes are created fantastic, in spite of their implausibility? For the same reason why for such Portentous spectacle is not daylight suitable but artificial. Tremendous art, like this
, carries the phenomenal seeds of illusion and glamor.