Richard Snowden-Leak of this objective reality , this face or is yet to paint his face unmasked , true place no one is no matter — because this can perceive . The Stranger ’ s painting tells me that , like how very existence gestures to all colours combine to make these masks we wear , then , the white , all my masks combine to masks that are so ingrained in make void . ‘ Hildred Regarding us that to think of a life without Himself ’ is a piece in dedication them is terrifying . After Alec to Hildred ’ s discovery in that reads the Play he says , ‘ The ‘ book of great truths ’, that when mask of self-deception was no we look at ourselves we see longer a mask for me , it was a the world as ‘ representations ’ part of me ’ when talking about far more clearly , and so all him hiding his ‘ sorrow ’, and so artwork concerned with the we realise that the Play taught self in Decadent literature is in him the same lesson , that we pursuit of that ultimate , sublime see how easy it is to lie not only pleasure , what Schopenhauer to the world about how we feel says is that ‘ painless state that but also to ourselves . And so Epicurus prized at the highest we can ’ t even be sure of how good and the state of the gods ’, we ourselves feel … [ S speaks for when we contemplate the now at break-neck pace , but for beautiful in art , ‘ for that moment the sake of clarity , the rest has we are freed from the terrible been punctuated .] pressure of the will .’ It ’ s will . It ’ s all will . Everything . Nothing
Hildred and Alec , they saw escapes it . ‘ The world is my a world that none should representation ’, and from that see , they saw , like Camilla , one can feel the power of that reality is a mask , a that possessive ‘ my ’, a ‘ truth ’ collection , a composite even , in it , as for what I now read of ‘ beautiful untrue things ’, is not just that the world is and that the mind is its own a representation of will , but artist imagining the spaces that the world I see is mine around it … [ Streamer picks up and mine alone . And there the painting again ] Perhaps is still another layer past ‘ my it is fitting that in this painting representation ’ of this world , there is no face — whether or and that I can never truly see not Hildred painted over his it . And that horror resides in
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