When the flush of a new-born sun fell first on Eden’s green and gold,
Our father Adam sat under the Tree and scratched with a stick in the mould;
And the first rude sketch that the world had seen was joy to his mighty heart,
Till the Devil whispered behind the leaves, “It ’s pretty, but is it Art?”
- Richard Kipling, The Conundrum of the Workshops.
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June 27th, 2010 at 2:02 pm
I knoow thiss!
June 27th, 2010 at 2:05 pm
It was in that Stone Age article in our Art binder.