“Only through art can we go beyond ourselves, know what another sees in this universe which is not the same as ours, and whose landscapes would have remained as unknown to us as those which may be in the moon. Thanks to art, instead of seeing a single world, ours, we see it multiplying, and, as many as there are original artists, we have as many worlds at our disposal, each more different from each other. other than those which roll into infinity and, many centuries after the hearth from which it emanated has been extinguished, whether it was called Rembrandt or Ver Meer, still send us their special ray. » Proust, Time Regained, 1922, p. 895.