Who is it that can tell me who I am?
King Lear, I.iv.230
|Portrait of Lear and the Fool. Charcoal on paper.|
Those works of art which have scooped up the truth and presented it to us as a living force – they take hold of us, compel us, and nobody ever, not even in ages to come, will appear to refute them. … They can perform a miracle. … art transfers the whole weight of an unfamiliar, lifelong experience with all its burdens, its colours, its sap of life; it recreates in the flesh an unknown experience and allows us to possess it as our own.
|Portrait of Stanislavski by Valentin Serov, 1908|