Alphonse Mucha - France embraces Bohemia (1918)
Léon Bonnat - Job (1880)

For there is a great difference between one idler and another idler. There is someone who is an idler out of laziness and lack of character, owing to the baseness of his nature. If you like, you may take me for one of those. Then there is the other kind of idler, the idler despite himself, who is inwardly consumed by a great longing for action who does nothing because his hands are tied, because he is, so to speak, imprisoned somewhere, because he lacks what he needs to be productive, because disastrous circumstances have brought him forcibly to this end. Such a one does not always know what he can do, but he nevertheless instinctively feels, I am good for something! My existence is not without reason! I know that I could be a quite a different person! How can I be of use, how can I be of service? There is something inside me, but what can it be? He is quite another idler. If you like you may take me for one of those.

A caged bird in spring knows perfectly well that there is some way in which he should be able to serve. He is well aware that there is something to be done, but he is unable to do it. What is it? He cannot quite remember, but then he gets a vague inkling and he says to himself, “The others are building their nests and hatching their young and bringing them up,” and then he bangs his head against the bars of the cage. But the cage does not give way and the bird is maddened by pain. “What a idler,” says another bird passing by - what an idler. Yet the prisoner lives and does not die. There are no outward signs of what is going on inside him; he is doing well, he is quite cheerful in the sunshine.

But then the season of the great migration arrives, an attack of melancholy. He has everything he needs, say the children who tend him in his cage - but he looks out, at the heavy thundery sky, and in his heart of hearts he rebels against his fate. I am caged, I am caged and you say I need nothing, you idiots! I have everything I need, indeed! Oh! please give me the freedom to be a bird like other birds!

[Vincent Van Gogh]

"Non, malheureux! Esclave, c’est encore trop! Esclave, ça a une conscience! Esclave, ça veut se libérer! Non, je veux que tu deviennes moins qu’un esclave. Notre société est organisée de telle sorte qu’il vaut mieux être une chose qu’une conscience. Je veux qui tu deviennes ma chose. Alors tu seras enfin heureux! tu t’évanouiras dans une complète felicité."
[E.E.Schmitt - Lorsque j’étais une oeuvre d’art]

Ossian’s Dream - Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres
Place de la Bourse - Bordeaux - France
Opaque  by  andbamnan