I may walk through a landscape and feel its charms. I may enjoy the mildness of the air, the freshness of the meadows, the variety and cheerfulness of the colouring and the fragrant odour of the flowers. But I may then experience a sudden change in my frame of mind. From this point on I see the landscape with an artist’s eye: I begin to form a picture of it. I have now entered into a new realm, not the realm of living things but of “living forms.” No longer in the immediate reality of things, I now live in the rhythm of spatial forms, in the harmony and contrast … Continue reading Ernst Cassirer