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11.06.2011

A mediocrity has the ability to adapt to changing world circumstances. The mind of man has the freedom of self-expression. I want to talk about the responsibility an artist in art. There is a distorted view that the essence of creativity it is only the discovery and creation of new tendency in art. It's the new at all costs! A bad art in a beautiful packing is the bad art anyway. The new does not mean the best. What is more important? Art that will ennoble a man or something that will cause horror and revulsion. Unfortunately we forgot about the original meaning of everything. What is the meaning of everything?
The meaning of civilization is enclosed in a single phrase: "You are to be perfect, as your heavenly Father is perfect." 
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